The Devil Always Knows By Reed Farrel Coleman

The Devil Always Knows By Reed Farrel Coleman

I lied. That everyone lied or shaded the truth to fit their lives’ narratives was of no comfort to me. Maybe that was just an aspect of my Jewishness. The guilt associated with nearly everything. Thanks, Mom. The truth was much harsher and had nothing to do with my religion or my parents. There was simply nothing to comfort me after my divorce. What’s the line from the Elvis Costello song? “It’s the words that we don’t say that scare […]
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