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Why did I lie? Maybe I was still sure that no one had seen me. Maybe I thought that I could come up with a believable explanation, a story about dropping an eraser and having it land halfway down the flight of stairs. But, before I could offer another lie, my face gave me away. Under my mother’s stare, I blushed a bright scarlet. She didn’t release her gaze for several seconds, then she said, “Would you like to answer that question again, young lady?” And this time I told her the truth. My mother looked at me for several more moments. Then she said, “Mother Frances called after supper last night, and she told me about your escapade. She wanted to know whether she should paddle you, and I told her that I’d talk with you first and then have you bring a note to school.

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