Moonfellows
Rodney Phillips was a liar.
He knew this, and he didn’t care. Because his lie was for love. Not foolish enough to believe there was any nobility in lies, Rodney had lived with his lie long enough to at least deem it non-harmful. Without the lie, there was no lady, and he’d do whatever was necessary for the lady. Four decades later, and he still felt like a young man when he looked at her.
“What?” Marie asked, narrowing her eyes as she stared back at him. “Do I have something in...