Some years ago I was at my church. As I was walking about I unexpectedly met a fellow long-time church member as they arrived late.
The circumstances did not call for any explanation, but one was volunteered. Unbeknownst to that person I just so happened to have known their afternoon activities, and what they volunteered was not what they had done. Deceit was not necessary, but deceit happened and remembering it was easy. The memories unfortunately are not scant, but include detail after detail of the event. I know what time of day it was, what side of the church it was, whether it was at the front of the church or the back, who was around, etc. etc. [Read more…]