"Lying to the Man About the Clinicians"

#0120. I made a friend at the old depot. (The one where the poor fish headed mistress was lynched.) He told me about the men with the surgical masks. They stand up in the dark and they trade places with one another. He smiled and explained the sounds they made. Like they were underwater, he said. I did not understand, but I smiled back politely. They sound lovely I said, but I was lying. I did not want to lie. But I was afraid of how my new friend might react to my treason. I have always been a liar. It is just so much easier that way.