George's and my lives were moving in a steady rhythm, making up new lies to ward off suspicion, finding new homes when needed. George was aging, but somehow I couldn’t see it. Maybe I didn’t want to see it. We had our lives together, a sort of harmony that comes from knowing each other so very well. It was getting increasingly difficult to keep people from wondering though. George was over 50 years old by know and I was still looking like a teenager, even though I was much older. If we forgot ou