It was Helga with our lunches. She laid the tray down on the desk, gave asmall curtsey, and departed. It was the usual bread and cheese, this timeacco...panied by a large sausage of some sort, a small pot of pickle, and apair of apples. Helmut sliced up the sausage, cut us each a couple ofrounds of bread, and we then ate together in silence for a while."So," said Helmut, dabbing his mouth with a napkin, "I hope you'reenjoying it here." I am," I said, "very much so. Being able to be myself like. All of it. None of it was true. She lived in a three bedroom suburban house with a husband called Charles and a blonde headed daughter with dimples. Cecily wasn't a spy! She'd never been to a war zone. She was a psychologist like it said on the door. She was a fake and a plant and it was a test: an interview. Everything about her was an invention.That's what he told himself as he pushed her against the tree and scooped up the hammer, and immediately he saw the terror in her eyes and knew he was. More

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