The next few days after the embarrassing confrontation with Tamara was spent almost monotonously. The 'embarrassing' part came from both mine and Tamara's ends. I could tell it was that way for her by the way she kept apologising to me over and over again for the next few hours until I had to tell her to stop or it would only get worst. For me, it was embarrassing because now I have to keep up with the snowball of lies that I've created—it's not embarrassing per se, more annoying to have to keep up—so that Tamara doesn't suspect my real scars underneath the ones I have drawn on.