Richard’s Own Tall Tales
I chuckled quietly as Richard regaled his guests with over-the-top stories about how he came to own this so-called “second home.” His voice boomed with confidence, hands slicing through the air for emphasis, while his audience nodded along, visibly impressed by every exaggerated tale. Each embellishment only fueled my amusement, and I knew I had to stay close—if only to witness the exact moment when his carefully crafted fiction collided headfirst with reality.
Richard’s Own Tall Tales
Playing The Son-In-Law
Drifting through the room, I played the part of the good son-in-law—smiling politely, shaking hands, and keeping my thoughts to myself. Each nod to Richard’s stories and every quiet agreement felt like another page in this bizarre family narrative, and I was the patient reader, waiting for the inevitable climax. Amid the noise, the occasional glance shared between Lisa and me was a silent reassurance—our unspoken secret grounding us in the chaos.
Playing The Son In Law
