The Little Liar

by Mitch Albom

Sometimes, I watch people eat. I find it interesting. Food is the substance that keeps you alive, so I would think you would choose the kind that does you the most good. Instead, you choose what pleases the palate.

Of course, this meant concealment. Evil seeks the dark. Not because it is ashamed. Darkness is simply more efficient. Fewer complications. Less outrage.

Udo watched in amusement as these starving fools willingly handed over the very last currency they had, still trusting that the Nazis would treat them right in the end.

Did you hear? We will have jobs. It’s not so bad. You might ask why these captive travelers would believe him. But in desperate moments people hear what they want to hear, despite what they might see right in front of them.