Free Pieces of Lies by Angela Richardson Page A

my back.
    “She’s right, they all get out on parole around the same time.” Josh was beginning to see where I was going, and I knew, like me, he was also up to speed with what was happening in the news.
    Josh continued, “Which means… they are all going to be set free. And what one word sets you free?” The group smiled and we all said in unison, “The TRUTH.”
    The older members clapped softly. “Well done gentlemen, and Miss Ross,” Denis praised. Josh looked very pleased and gave me an appreciative glance with his eyes before he rushed over to the other groups to see if they had figured out their key words.
    The new recruits assembled in the middle of the ballroom with the older members across to the right side near the bar, closely observing the boys at work. Josh grabbed my hand, leading me into the middle of the room with the recruits. “Let’s see if she can help. Give her the words.” Josh motioned to a boy whose name I think was Elliot, but I wasn’t sure. “OK, we have REALIZE, LIE, ART, TRUTH.”
    The boys came up with theory after theory but nothing seemed to fit the four words. I glanced over to Clint who was now standing with the senior members and my mind drifted off to our moment in front of Chagall’s Three Candles . I smiled at the memory and of the beautiful piece of art that became our very first romantic moment. Then it hit me, the brightly colored vests, “I’ve got it, I’ve got it!” There was instant silence and everyone turned their attention to what I was about to say. Aware of all the eyes focused on what was about to come out of my mouth, I looked again to Clint, who was now grinning broadly. 
    Did he do this on purpose?
    “Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.” Everyone continued to stare at me with questioning looks. I huffed in frustration. “Picasso said it. Your answer is Picasso.”
    The boys all made that ‘O’ sound and then laughed as if they all knew what it meant. They whispered amongst themselves and then one of the boys said out loud, “Alright, let’s go do it.” 
    Josh pulled me aside and said in a hushed voice, “I can’t really go into details, but we have to go brand something from a rival society whose mascot is nicknamed ‘Picasso’. Will you be OK to get home, because this could take all night? The limo will be able to take you back to your apartment.” Josh’s eyes gleamed mischievously.
    “Of course, go do your thing,” and I waved him away with my hands. The new recruits filed out of the mansion, plotting and planning as they went. I swung myself around and headed towards the bar. I might as well try and enjoy myself a while longer before heading home.
    As I thanked the bartender for a new glass of wine, I was tapped lightly on the shoulder. When I turned around, a senior member of the society stood before me. “Are you Joshua Hollow’s friend, Miss Ross?” I turned to face the handsome man in his late forties, dressed in a very expensive Burberry suit. You could tell he used to be very attractive as a younger gentleman as his features were still remarkably striking.
    “I am,” I said, and he held out his hand.
    “I’m Arthur Wickburn, president of this chapter of the Lappell. It’s a pleasure to meet such a beautiful young woman, and so intelligent as well. You are quite the package.” I blushed as I shook his hand. He had quite an effect. 
    Some men really do age like fine wine.
    “Can I convince you to take a spin with me on the dance floor?” I loved the way he spoke, it felt so formal.
    “Yes, that would be lovely,” and allowed him to lead me onto the dance floor.
    The string quartet that was seated by the corner of the ballroom was playing various symphonies that were perfect for waltzing. Arthur was quite the polished dancer. He moved skillfully and I found myself swept up in the movements as he led me around the floor. As the music slowed he steadied us into a slow dance. “Have you given any thought to