Telling Lies

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by Wendy Hornsby


  He smiled. “You’re just the way my mother described you.”

  “Well,” she laughed. “We’ll have to hear about that! Everyone come and sit. I have Bloody Marys ready. Casey, honey, please go tell Grandpa that his grandson has come home.”

 

 

 


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