Choice Morsels

On the topic of trickery, my story sounds like the start of a joke, "Well, there was this insurance salesman see..." When Hubby and I married, he already had a life insurance policy with this particular fraternal insurance company. He'd been required to get a life insurance policy for his kids sake by the court as part of his divorce deal and, conveniently, a salesman for this particular company was waiting right outside the door, ready to sign him up. So after the wedding, we're stationed in Florida and living in base housing and a salesman from this fraternal insurance company started visiting us regularly. He was a happy, jovial fellow and--silver-tongued, though we didn't know that at the time. We actually believed him when he told us he was planning on opening an office and how perfect we'd be to help him do that--in Montreal, since the insurance company's home office was in Canada. His name was Clyde and he talked like that every time he...

The Mama Kat's Prompt for today: "write about a time someone duped you," thus the title of this memoir: The Big-Time Liar      As a child, I was quite gullible. Dupable, you might say. Being that I was the oldest girl and the fact that we lived far out in the country, made me accustomed to honest communication with just my parents. Being lied to was a foreign concept, which made me the perfect patsy when I started school.       When I was in 3 rd grade, I was completely taken in by a classmate with a special penchant for story-telling. Her name was Robin, a copper-haired girl gifted with both ample imagination and a silver tongue--plus me, the willing believer. It was a fatal combination. I remember sitting at a table with Robin and 2 other girls playing go-fish one day when she pulled out “the item.” She kept it hidden in her hand as she whispered, “ I have a fairy.”      We le...