Comments on 'A History (Of Lies)'In the lobby of the hospital, the officer began asking questions.
"What's your mother's name, girls?"
Dallas spoke. Dallas always spoke. "Leigh Ann Johnson," she said firmly.
"Where is your mother?"
Dallas glanced at me, and I could feel her thoughts.
_What do we tell him?_
I shrugged discreetly.
Our mother...Dad never mentioned her. It's been that way for as long as we can remember, and Dallas and I aren't really sure why.
What we _do_ know, however, is that Dallas and I were born out of wedlock. They never married. Maybe Mom's dead. Most likely she simply disappeared, around the time we were one, I think.
"Our parents are divorced," Dallas said.
I stared. "No - "
Dallas clapped a hand over my mouth.
The officer looked baffled.
"Our parents' separation troubles Hannah," Dallas insisted. "She likes to pretend that it didn't happen. She's in denial. That's the truth."
I had enough sense to play along with Dallas, but I had no idea what she was talking about. _Divorce?_
_What is going on?_2008-05-05T00:59:36Zhttp://ficlets.com/feed/story/29237Comment on A History (Of Lies)<p>You’re right, tbs, thanks very much for pointing it out.</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/29237?basename=603802008-05-05T00:59:36Zemma jo_234http://ficlets.com/authors/emmajComment on A History (Of Lies)<p>Good job with this portion of the story and the veiled intent of Dallas’s explanation of things. On a more critical note, I have to point out that the line <em>She likes to pretend that it doesn’t happen</em> didn’t quite work. I think maybe you meant. “She likes to pretend that it <em>didn’t</em> happen.” Interesting series you two have going!</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/29237?basename=601372008-05-02T23:41:42Zthebetweenspacehttp://ficlets.com/authors/thebetweenspace