She had chosen different clothes from the ones she’d had on when she was here with Harley, and she’d pinned her hair up in as different a style as it would take. She had planned what to say. She was less than satisfied with it, but all the alternatives she could think of were even worse. It was always best to stick as close to the truth as possible. It was easier to remember, and one was less likely to make an irretrievable error. Apart from that, consistently lying took up a great deal of one’s emotional energy, and that in itself often gave one away. “Good morning,” she said cheerfully to the first woman she met as she stood in the hallway. Of course the one thing she could not disguise was her English accent. Her voice would betray her every time. “Mornin’,” the woman replied, at first barely glancing at Jemima, then stopping and looking at her again more carefully. Now was the time for the first invention. It might be passed around within hours, so she must be careful what she said.
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