The Webs We Weave

What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive. Jason!,” rapping the ruler on the edge of his desk as she walked by, Mrs. Wilby ignored Jason Bennett snapping up in his chair with a bleary look on his face.

“Yes, Mrs. Wilby?” He quickly regained his composure.

“How do you interpret Sir Walter’s statement?” She Turned and leveled her no-nonsense stare directly into his eyes.

The truth was, Jason was having a difficult time remembering what Mrs. Wilby had said just prior to rapping on his desk.  

He must be more tired than he thought.  Usually he could just close his eyes and still pay attention, but that was getting harder and harder.  He’d been waking up at five am every morning to do his paper run, then get to the coffee shop two blocks from the high school by six forty-five, where half the jocks in school stopped by to exchange money for completed homework assignments and papers.  This morning the tenth grade  book report was due, so he had spent extra hours in the night writing five reports on The Great Gatsby, three reports on  The Last of the Mohicans, and one on Sense and Sensibility.  He gave Chaz a long, hard stare when he handed that one over.

Before the reports, he told his Dad he was going to Joe’s and biked the four blocks, where he made sure to make small talk with Joe’s Mom before going up to Joe’s room and slipping him a twenty, climbing out the window without a word, down the tree and backtracking ten blocks to Jen’s house.  He quietly snuck through the side door and down into the basement where he tutored Jen for her calculus test the next day.  Then it was over to Lenny’s house, because he was going to fail chemistry if Jason didn’t help him.  As long as their parents didn’t see him and mention it to his father he would be fine.  He just had another half year to keep this pace, and he would have enough money to get to Florence, pay for tuition and get settled, before his Dad even realized he wasn’t in Cambridge.  A smile played on his face.  He was accepted at the Florence University of the Arts School of Fashion & Accessories Studies & Technology.  Screw MIT.

“Mr. Bennett,” Mrs. Wilby was clearly annoyed. “What did Sir Walter Scott mean?” 

Jason leveled his gaze directly at her.  “He meant that when we decide we must withhold information, it is very likely that one lie will lead to another lie, and then another in order to keep the original information withheld from the intended party.  He is observing that many times to lie is more complicated than to tell the truth.”

“And therefore we can conclude….?”

Jason smiled.  “The lie had better be worth the complications.”


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