And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade. -Alexander Pope
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of a shadow. Maria carries a tray with pancakes, fresh fruit, syrup, and a hot, steaming mug. I didn't realize she'd entered the dining room. She seems somewhat amused.
"I figured you could use a bit of tea today?" Maria pats my shoulder.
"Yeah, well, I need something to soothe my frayed nerves."
Maria chuckles and sets the tray down in front of me. "Mind if I sit a spell? These old legs aren't what they used to be?" She slides on the bench beside me.
"No, not at all." Leaning over the plate, I breathe in a deep breath. "Mmm . . . It smells good. I bet it tastes as mouthwatering as it looks." I pour warm syrup over the pancakes, then take a bite.
"What do
