Trust is expensive

The next evening, she grabbed hold of her school bag and jogged down the stairs. Even though it was a Sunday evening, and everyone was at rest, she chose to formulate a lie about study lessons which she hoped her mum would believe.

“Hey, mum! I am off to Priscilla’s place for some lessons. She has some old notes I will love to borrow from her,” Hailey lied.

“Sure, of course. As long as it is Priscilla I do not mind. Come home before 8pm,” Lovelyn ordered. Hailey nodded and left the house. She got into the car and rolled up the car’s windows hoping not to see her mum’s face.

When the car drove halfway into town, she tapped him on the shoulder with a smile.

“Could you help me, Frank?” Hailey asked. “I am going to a friend’s place and I do not want my mother to know about it. Could you not tell my . mum about this?”

Frank was a nice person so he didn’t mind complying at all.

“Is it a guy?” He asked with a smile.

“It is just a friend. But he is a fun one. I just hope to have a bit of