with him because you already have plans, and then we just hang out here all night reading.â
âGood. Good point.â
âI mean,â said Rosie, âwhat sort of example do you think that sets for me?â
Oh, Rosie. Youâre becoming a scapegoater, like me. âSee, sometimes I think itâs all right to lie if the truth would hurt someoneâs feelings about something that theyâve already doneâlike if someone gets a terrible haircut, or an expensive and ugly dress. Or, say, if some perfectly nice man wants to be with me and Iâm not interested, I think itâs better to lie to save his face, instead of saying, âI donât want to hang out with you because youâre so fucking boring it sets my teeth on edge!â But! When you lie to make yourself look more impressive, or you have betrayed someoneâs trust or broken a promise, or if someone else is going to have to take the blame for something you didââ
âBut, butââ
âLet me finish. I know you didnât hurt anyone by lying to the class, but maybe they wonât believe you next time, when youâre telling the truth. And I know you lied because you wanted your life to seem more exciting than theirs....â
âNoooo. I did it âcause people bring the stupidest, most boringest stuff, and you have to listen to them for about an hour talk about some stupid acorn or something, or some stupid sea gull feathers.â
Elizabeth smiled. âYeah, I know, I know how you feel, but thereâs funny stuff in your room you could takeâthat fake blood Rae gave you, orââ
âI brought that in two weeks ago.â
Elizabeth exhaled, looked intently at her daughter. âLook, I really just want you to tell the truthâI want me to tell the truthâas much as possible.â
âOkay.â
âRosie?â
âAh-yeh?â
âDid the star kill Gordon?â
âYep.â
âDonât you like him?â
âNot very much. He thinks heâs so big. Do you?â
âSometimes. Sometimes I like him all right.â
âMama, but you know what? Sometimes when you tell Rae astory about something we did, it didnât really happen that way. I mean, it mostly did, but when you tell the story, thereâs all this extra stuff.â
âYeah. You got me. Itâs called embellishment, itâs sprucing up a story to make it more interesting, or funny, or vivid.â Embellishment is the story of my life, embellishment and revising, like I never tell anyone that my first love left me for someone less moody, I tell them we just grew tired of each other. And that I initiated the breakup.
When Elizabeth turned her eyes and attention back to Rosie, Rosie smiled her rougish, lopsided, knowing smile.
âDeal? We try not to lie? And we always keep our promises?â
âDeal.â
Elizabeth was drinking considerably less while Rosie was awake. Three or four glasses of wine, at most. Later, with Rosie asleep, two or three glasses more. That evening she waited for her first glass until Rae swept through the house, unexpectedly cheerful, Margaret Rutherford in Blithe Spirit again. Elizabeth attributed it to their phone conversation earlier in the day and felt herself glow within.
âHey, baby,â she said to Rae.
âHey, Mama.â
Okay. You become more like me, proud; Iâll become more like you, great-hearted, jolly and honest.
Rae taught Rosie to make macaroni and cheese, while Elizabeth prepared a salad with herbs she had grown herself.
âNow everythingâs ready to assemble,â said Rae, in her singsong Julia Child voice, âso weâll just butter up the casserole dish before adding the noodlesânow, we never use Saffola, it has to be butter. Saffola sticks to the bottom of pans, so think what it would do in your stomach.â
Rosie giggled.
âNow, pour in those