“OK, hold up.” Sarah Matthews shook her head, her auburn curls shining in the weak winter sunlight. She carefully set down her cup of coffee on the kitchen table. “Why are you working Friday night? I thought you’d sworn to never work nights again… especially at the weekends.”“Yes,” Annie said reluctantly, suddenly wondering what the hell she’d been thinking when she’d answered Sarah’s casual question of so what are you doing this weekend, Mom? with a bald-faced lie. The logical thing to do, of course, would have been to say oh, nothing much, hon just as she always did, instead of panicking like a teenager and blurting out an easily-refuted lie. But then, of course, her daughter would have invited her over for dinner, or to watch a movie, or to go for lunch and then shopping, and then Annie would have had to accept, then on the day in question, she’d have had to get on the phone and fake a cough and babble about being sick. So really, it was lie to Sarah now, or lie to Sarah later…
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