If you’re going to tell a premeditated lie, here’s how to do it: Make it believable. Practice saying it. Keep the lie short. Be confident. —Data Book, page 24 JODY ISN’T SUPPOSED to move in until the end of the month, but her presence is all around me when I walk in the door: New floral throw pillows adorn our brown cracked-leather couch, and a Monet water-lily poster hangs above the bench where we put our shoes. A silver-framed picture of her and Sean sits on the end table; only yesterday, all the table held was coasters.
