in fact,
he hadn't been honest WHATSOEVER....
he hadn't stopped to think about the implications of lying .....
it had started as a tiny exaggeration.....
and somehow, it had snowballed into a
FULL BLOWN FABRICATION......
complete with blue ribbons and poisonous apples and gutter snakes....
oh, my god....
HOW would he ever get back into 'good graces' ?
in light of having gone through such inordinate circumstance....
WOULD he get back ???
did he want to be back there ?
puzzling, yet liberating consequences ensued....
and the crystal bowl on the table shook.....
making that rattling sound that only 'fine crystal' makes...
and the dog hid beneath the pillows...freightened...
shaking as well.....
and the air was thick with 'remorse'...
and the aroma of 'fresh laundry' wafted throughout the rooms.....
and so on.....
