A liar and a coyote yet she knew it was not true or at worst true in some qualified sense. He might be hard reckless even wicked in some ways. But vaguely she felt that if he were a sinner he sinned with self-respect. He was in no moral collapse at least. It was impossible to fit him to her conception of a spy. No no! Anything but that! So she sat there her fingers laced about her knee as she leaned forward to wait upon the needs she could imagine for him the dumb tragedy of despair in her childish... read more
