Weird Game
Normally, I don't hold with lying. However, I can see a scenario when it's truly necessary to save a life in the presence of an enemy. Gracie gets into that situation. Her friend Mark is captured and accused of being a spy. He also really is a spy. What can she say that won't get him killed? At first, Gracie's throat went dry. All of the Lanthran language she knew ran out of her mind like a dog bounding through an open door. There seemed to be a boulder in her chest, keeping her from breathing. His hand tightening, the colonel demanded in a low, dangerous voice, "Little girl, what do you know about this man?" . . . Gracie thought, How would Lewis have handled this situation? She knew, smart, complex Lewis would play chess with the colonel. Very well, she would play chess, too. G racie found she had control over her mouth again and could speak. Every word from here on was a lie, her own contribution to this weird game. In a barely audible voice...