Listen for the Lie

by Amy Tintera

An insult doesn’t have the intended impact when spelled incorrectly.

There are far more exciting people to see in Los Angeles. A guy from one of the cop shows shops at the grocery store near my house. No one is going to notice a maybe-murderer when the dude who has been looking mildly annoyed by his gorgeous partner for eight seasons is squeezing avocados in the produce section. But there are no avocado-fondling actors in Plumpton. I am the biggest celebrity in town.