I'd never told fantastical lies. I wish i had, but i didn't. It was just to be a part of the narrative that were being told. Se had a highly imaginative mind. Here we were this family of jehovah's witnesses. Everybody else was baptists or catholiic. My mother never let us wear anything but cotton or linen,. And this was in the seventies where everyone was an polyester. This was, again, during the arro of funk and lieono. You've written about how a lie on the page means lots of independent time to create stories.