Sep 8, 2018
@outofthelight from here
Matilda knew lots of things to be true. She knew, for example, that some adults lied to children to make them feel better. And she knew that her parents were not such people. They spoke to Matilda with only blunt honesty regarding how they felt about her. And though it hurt, they had never done anything but that, which she supposed was better than them pretending. Her parents lied plenty to others, of course. But it was rare that adults lied to her. In fact, she’d never known it to happen before.
“But we’re-” she began, voice barely above a whisper as she continued to look up at Evan, “We’re friends. Aren’t we? Friends don’t do that.”
