The Lie

"I can't work on Saturday, because I'm taking my son to the air show."
A perfectly normal statement, but it was a lie. It wasn't that he wasn't taking his son to the air show, it was that he didn't have a son.
This had been said 13 years ago and the lies that had been told to cover up the original lie were becoming bigger.
He had framed photos on his desk of a boy who wasn't his son - photos of some random child he'd found on the internet.
And now he sat at his desk smiling.
"What are you so happy about?" his colleague asked.
"It's just that my son has been accepted by Oxford University," he replied.
"That's geat news! I'll take you for a drink after work to celebrate."
Telling lies was not without rewards.