Give Me Chocolate...And I'll Give You The Truth., Heather McGhee [i read book TXT] 📗

“Give me chocolate…and I’ll give you the truth.”
Potent words from a four-year-old.
Surrounded by a mass of Lego blocks and smeared tomato sauce, he grinned up at me.
“Tell me the truth, and I’ll give you a bath,” I countered. Remind me again why I agreed to babysit this ring-tailed tooter?
“Bubble bath?”
“Sure.”
“Zoey did it.” He picked up his teddy bear and skipped to the bathroom. Zoey, the three-legged lab, followed, licking tomato sauce off his chops.
No car is worth this kind of headache. Glancing at the clock on the wall, we had three hours left.


She fumed. He shrugged. “I want a divorce,” he repeated.
“Give me one good reason why.”
“Give me one good reason why not.”
“Noel.”
Same old argument. Different night. “He’s not my son.”
“Thank God,” she replied angrily. “My son would never be so conniving.”
He snorted. “Then you don’t know your son very well.”
She stood in glorified fury and leaned across the table. “My son

is more honest and pure than you could ever be. Don’t bother coming home tonight.”
“It never was my home,” he sneered, coming to realize the truth of their marriage.
She walked away.


The front door slammed shut. I bolted from my snooze.
“Lindsey?”
“I’m here,” I said.
“Where’s Noel?”
“Asleep.”
She stood there, scanning the newly scrubbed floor. “Everything go okay?”
“Fine.”
She dug through her purse. “I’m a little short tonight. I’ll give you more tomorrow.”
“That’s fine.”
Her eyes were blood-red and puffy. “Are you okay?”
She smiled…sort of. “I’ll give you some advice. Never marry a doctor.”
We stared at each other. Not my business. I took her money and stuffed it in my pocket.
It was late. I was tired. She was unhappy.
I sighed. “Want some chocolate?”

Publication Date: 08-04-2010

All Rights Reserved