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The Oracle of Delphi
A Convincing Lie
Chapter 1 Page 39
The Oracle of Delphi
A Convincing Lie
Chapter 1 Page 39
The boy's mask of a face remained rigid and fixed, though the gleam in his eyes had altered subtly for the mischievous. He asked, "Were you a wicked sinner, Miss Janice?"
Without undue hesitation, she offered, "Yes, I suppose I was, Micah."
"Oh," came his simple reply. He turned to sit more squarely in his seat, and he faced the front of the bus. Eventually, he added, "I've sinned, too. A lot."
The old woman's smile flattened and broadened. Her gaze seemed to return from the far unseen landscapes of her reverie to her present condition, and she examined the boy carefully for the first time. He was dressed neatly in a little tweed suit, complete with a crimson bow tie. His thick, white hair cut an even line around his skull above his ears, like an inverted bowl. His little shoes were fashioned of black patent leather, polished to a high shine. He kept his hands clasped politely in his lap, and he swung his feet back and forth beneath the seat. Oddly, his face, angelic as it was, rarely rippled with expression, as it was ever fixed into a pleasantly neutral mask, from which shone his lurid, penetrating eyes of icy blue-white.
"What sort of sinner have you been?" she asked playfully.
Without undue hesitation, she offered, "Yes, I suppose I was, Micah."
"Oh," came his simple reply. He turned to sit more squarely in his seat, and he faced the front of the bus. Eventually, he added, "I've sinned, too. A lot."
The old woman's smile flattened and broadened. Her gaze seemed to return from the far unseen landscapes of her reverie to her present condition, and she examined the boy carefully for the first time. He was dressed neatly in a little tweed suit, complete with a crimson bow tie. His thick, white hair cut an even line around his skull above his ears, like an inverted bowl. His little shoes were fashioned of black patent leather, polished to a high shine. He kept his hands clasped politely in his lap, and he swung his feet back and forth beneath the seat. Oddly, his face, angelic as it was, rarely rippled with expression, as it was ever fixed into a pleasantly neutral mask, from which shone his lurid, penetrating eyes of icy blue-white.
"What sort of sinner have you been?" she asked playfully.
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