You Can't!

You Can't!

"It's not what it looks like," he said.

"You can't say that," she exploded, "it's brutal"

"Why not? It's the truth" he retorted

"I know, but you can't say it like that" she countered. "It is Christmas you know"

"I was raised to always tell the truth" he counter-countered

"There are times," she said in a patient tone, "when honesty is not always the best policy. Try
softening it a bit, be gentler" she offered.

He thought and scribbled and wrote.

"There, how’s this, then?"

"Hi Sis. Sorry, mum’s dead. A heart attack. Can you help pay for the funeral? Love, Andy" she read .

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