He said,
“The way the words leave your mouth, it seems like they cascade down into a pool of your very being.”
I said,
“That is because my words are all I know how to trust.”
He said,
“Not even so.”
I said - yes, today; I can trust it.
And so I did, and so it goes.
Kurt Vonnegut was a better writer than me, and even he could realize when and how to pull the wool over someone’s eyes.