The Rest of the Story

I always assumed I was the storyteller in the family.  Not so, I’ve discovered.  It turns out that Wayne is also gifted in this area.  He recently broke his arm and has thoroughly enjoyed “expanding” on his injury. I heard a lovely young lady ask Wayne what happened to his arm. Tongue in cheek, of course, he told her an elaborate story of how he saw a puppy trapped in the middle of the road with a semi barreling down on it.  In a heroic move, he dashed into the street to rescue said puppy.  Later the same day a man asked Wayne about his arm, and the story was entirely different.  Wayne said some hot head was in a bar, and the situation got out of hand and he had to step in.  The truth, my friends . . .  Wayne slipped on some water and fell.



I do have a book to plot.  Perhaps I should ask Wayne for his help . . .