Mar 09 2007
Lying around on a Sunday
My dad and brother had ritual called “Super Sunday”. Every Wednesday (just seeing if you’re paying attention) they’d go to the jobsite and Richard would be his helper. Afterwards they’d go to the Union Chowder House in Weymouth for fried clams. Apparently, this particular house had a nintendo for when the homeowners grandkids visited and Richard jumped at the homeowner’s offer of a cold beverage and a few rounds of video games.
As they were leaving Mrs. So-and-so told my dad how lovely Richard was and said, “Next time bring his brother too.” My dad was puzzled, “Uh- he where’d you get that? I don’t have another son.” She went on to explain that Richard had told her about his identical twin brother. Apparently, this fib came fully loaded with a background story, perhaps even a few adventure stories thrown in for good measure.
In the car on the way home my dad asked my brother why he had lied. The little peanut said matter-of-factly, “I dunno. There was a lull in the conversation and I couldn’t think of anything else to say.”
