Ernest nodded. “Nothing more important than our being honest with each other.” “And anything I say here is acceptable, right? Anything is acceptable as long as it’s honest.” “Of course.” “Then I have a confession to make,” said Carol. Ernest nodded, reassuringly. “You ready, Ernest?” Ernest nodded again. “You sure, Ernest?” Ernest smiled knowingly. And a little smugly—he had always suspected that Carolyn had kept some parts of herself concealed. He picked up his notepad, snuggled back cozily into his chair, and said, “Always ready for the truth.”
