March 18, 2005
I have been lying to Janice for weeks now. I've been covering my tracks well, erecting elaborate ruses and smokescreens to obscure my erratic behavior. I've been sneaking phone calls while she's been in the shower; making plans while she's been asleep. In the last few days it's been almost unbearable, the stress and strain of figuring out new excuses for strange actions.
But last night, when her two oldest and best friends walked through our door, the look on her face was worth every thorny deception.