To lie is to hide, to not tell the truth is to run away.
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-Georgette-
[One week later]
(Saturday—8:04 a.m.)
“It’s good to know that I can eat cinnamon pie with someone else again. My husband is such a picky eater that sometimes, I wish he will go and cook for himself instead.” Laughing, Grandma Nora gave her a slice of a freshly baked cinnamon pie to partner up with a warm coffee for their breakfast. “Having Georgette here is such a sweet dream.”
Not used with an elderly’s care, she still feels flustered with how pampered she is—to the point that she is told to always come and dine with them. But even so, she happily accepted the offer, half is to mend her broken heart, while the other half is for the sincere wish that at least her presence can help the couple cope up with the
