bald- faced lie?
"I wasn't sure what they wanted to know," I
said. "I thought I told them everything they wanted to
know." My mother's eyes narrowed a bit.
"Your father said they called you a lawyer's
daughter, something like that."
I kept eating.
"Karen's mother, I heard, told the authorities
she has no idea what would drive Karen to do such a
thing. Should she have an idea, Zipporah?"
"She's her mother," I replied. "Sure she should." "But you don't know why she did what she
did?"
"I wasn't there," I said. I stopped eating and
looked as I felt, upset, even getting nauseated. "I knew she had a knife in her room, but I never thought she
would . . . she would . ." I started to gag.
"Okay, okay. I just want you to be comfortable
with what you told the police. Let's not talk about it
anymore. What are you going to do today?"
"I'll catch up on some of my studying and do
some reading and rest," I said.
"Good. I've got to do some shopping before I
return to the hospital today, so I'm going to leave in
about an hour. I'd take you with me, only I don't think
it would look so good, your not going to school but
shopping instead."
"It's all right. I want to stay here."
"Fine. You call Daddy if you don't feel well or
anything," she said. "Call him especially if Karen gets
in touch with you, Zipporah. If she does, tell her to go
to her mother immediately."