When we arrived at the Winston House, we sat and talked a little more about his family. I saw how much he loved Julia. At times, he spoke about her as if she had been his mother, always looking after him, always more disappointed than anyone for his failures and mistakes.
"You're lucky to have her," I said.
"You didn't have any brothers or sisters?"
"No," I said. I wondered if we did see each other steadily, whether he would begin to know when I wasn't telling the truth. My sisters had always been confident in their ability to handle any man, twist and turn him in whatever way they wanted, and get him to believe whatever they wanted. When I was very young, I witnessed Brianna bringing home her catch. I had even overheard some of the lies she told, and I had seen how easily the man had accepted them as the truth.
