Chapter 25: Semantics

And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade. -Alexander Pope

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of a shadow. Maria carries a tray with pancakes, fresh fruit, syrup, and a hot, steaming mug. I didn't realize she'd entered the dining room. She seems somewhat amused.

"I figured you could use a bit of tea today?" Maria pats my shoulder.

"Yeah, well, I need something to soothe my frayed nerves."

Maria chuckles and sets the tray down in front of me. "Mind if I sit a spell? These old legs aren't what they used to be?" She slides on the bench beside me.

"No, not at all." Leaning over the plate, I breathe in a deep breath. "Mmm . . . It smells good. I bet it tastes as mouthwatering as it looks." I pour warm syrup over the pancakes, then take a bite.

"What do you think of Drake?" Maria eyes me from where she's sitting.