Prologue

Prologue

 For my entire life I was forced to keep secrets, and none of them are anything I can be proud of … when my father catches me watching him fool his clients, another secret to keep, a lie to tell, or when mother is out in the boathouse with someone other than my father, another secret to keep, a lie to tell.

 Father said once to me that sometimes a little white lie is good, and at the time I actually believed him. Now I know better. Now I am smarter. Never the less some secrets are just too hard to keep … and some secrets are impossible to keep.