Triple Lie

Chapter Four

"Hey. Big guy." The guy turned around. It's weird not knowing his name ya know. "You talking to me?" Jeez he's putting too much in this tough guy act. "Ya. i'm talking to you. I want you to meet someone." Timothy told the guy. We walked up to him. "This is my sister. She's the one i told you about. The one who's going to be staying with me for a while." The guy leans down. I knew he was skinny but I didn't realize that he was this skinny. He is the tallest one here yet the thinnest one. "Hey kiddo." he said losing the tough guy act. I look at him. "Hi. I'm Rosy. Tim's little sister." He smiled at me and stuck his hand out "Hi Rosy. Nice to meet ya. I'm Jim. people around here call me slim Jim because of how thin I am." he ended with a chuckle. I put my hand in his and shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you to Jim." Jim looked up at Tim. "She is a real good looker. Smart too. Maybe she could teach some of us a few things hey Tim." They laughed at that. 

I could tell that Timothy didn't like the idea of that. It didn't matter, he knew that we had to do everything we could, to keep our cover from being blown. "If she wants to then she can. I'm not stopping her." he looked at me. I could sense a hint of worry in his voice, but he had to trust my word and my mom's word when we say that I can handle any situation like a pro. "You mean that bud? You really mean that she'll help us?" Jim said sounding excited. Everyone was looking at us now. "Someone will help us?" I heard rise out of the crowd. Tim looked at me with a sigh and leaned down to whisper something to me. "You don't have to if you don't want to. Just know that." He said. "But, if I don't then all of the guys here will be sad and go back to being lazy and have no job other then this. I bet they don't get paid either." I said before Tim could respond I yelled "I'LL DO IT. I'LL DO IT FOR YOU JIM! I'LL DO IT FOR YOU ELDER! I'LL DO IT FOR ALL OF YOU!" Everyone started screaming and cheering. Later that night we had a BBQ: stake, chicken, fish, burgers, ribs, even some seafood. I had about 10 or so people shake my hand and thank me for helping them learn something.

My dad walked over and pulled me and Tim of to the side. "Hi." I said acting thrilled to see him out here enjoying himself. "Hi Rosy, Tim." nodding at us both. Tim nodded back trying to keep polite. "Rosy, did meant what you said? 'Bout helpin' us?" He looked like he was trying to hide some pain. I looked him in the eye. "I'll start lying when pigs fly" He looked so confused. Almost felt sorry for him, then I remembered what he did. "Its a thing people say. Pigs can't fly and probably wont ever fly people use it as a way to express what will never happen." He nodded his head like he understood. Although I know him and know he doesn't. I explain a little more. "You know the expression 'You can lead a horse to water but can't make it drink' its used for telling someone that they can show someone how to do something but that doesn't mean they'll do it. 'When pigs fly' s an expression to show someone that something won't happen. You can use it by its self or you can use it after or sometimes before something to show it'll never happen." I waited for an answer. It was a minute after i said that he finally said something. "Oh I get it now. 'Cause pigs don't got wings ya see. So they can't fly. Which makes it damn near impossible for pigs to fly." A long pause. "Wait. How did ya know I was still confused by that?" Oh no my cover might be blown. Before i could respond Timothy stepped in and answered for me. "She is really good at reading peoples emotions. No matter how hard they try to hide it. She once read someones emotion that the guy was lookin' like a stone." Tim smiled down at me with pride. Like I really was his sister, but there's a hint of sadness in his voice and in his eyes. I'll talk to him about it when we get to the tent. I smiled back at him. "Ya, Tim's right. our dad used to show no emotion until I said I could read it. After that he started showing emotion." I looked down at my shoes because that really did happen. I used to read my dad's emotions. "But then he left and never came back." Tim said. knowing that I was talking about he "elder", my dad. He sounded sad when he said it though. Like there is this thing he is trying to hide. I looked at him. "Hey. Can we go to the tent now please. I'm getting tired." I made that last part have a hint of 'I'm telling a lie' so Tim knew what I was trying to do.