“I need to ask you something.”
I didn’t say anything. I just looked at her and drank my coffee. She didn’t notice.
“How often do you know what you are doing? I mean really know…..”
“Know what I’m doing?”
“Yes. In general. About….everything.”
I leaned back in my chair. “Can’t answer that without lying.”
“Even to me?”
I felt my eyes narrow a bit. My face was betraying me again. “Yes…..even to you.”




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