But she was far too confident for someone who merely had a list detailing misplaced dishes and buying the wrong brand of cereal.
"Mark has a whole list of complaints about you."
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"And if reality doesn't support any of that?" I asked. "Are you going to lie?"
Claire tilted her head. She felt untouchable. You could see it in the way she stood.
"Evidence is mostly about getting people to see the right version of events," she said lightly.
"Claire, be quiet."
Daniel rose from his chair at the other end of the table, napkin still in his fist. He was Mark's oldest friend, a big quiet man who usually said about nine words a night.
"And if reality doesn't support any of that? Are you going to lie?"
Everyone turned.
Claire's smile snapped back on. "Daniel. Don't be ridiculous. You've known us for years."
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