An easy one for DHL management to decipher, it can't have been that long ago.
Hi - I'm reading "Last Time I Lied: by Riley Sager and wanted to share this quote with you.
"“Did you like it here?” Sasha says as bombastic
music rises from her phone and exploding candy pieces reflect off the lenses of
her glasses.
“At first. Then not so much.” “Why did you come back?” Krystal
asks. “To make sure you girls have a better time than I did.” “What happened?”
Miranda says. “Something horrible?”
She leans forward, her phone temporarily
discarded as she waits for my answer. It gives me an idea. “Phones off,” I say.
“I mean it.” All three of them groan. Miranda’s is the most dramatic as she,
like the others, switches off her phone. I sit cross-legged on the floor, my
back pressed against the edge of my bunk. I pat the spaces on either side of me
until the girls do the same. “What are we doing?” Sasha asks.
“Playing a game.
It’s called Two Truths and a Lie. You say three things about yourself. Two of
them must be true. One is false. The rest of us have to guess the lie.” We
played it a lot during my brief time in Dogwood, including the night of my
arrival. The four of us were laying on our bunks in the darkness of the cabin,
listening to nature’s chorus of crickets and bullfrogs outside the window, when
Vivian suddenly said, Two Truths and a Lie, ladies. I’ll start.
She began to
utter three statements, either assuming we already knew how the game was played
or just not caring if we didn’t. One: I once met the president. His palm was
sweaty. Two: My parents were going to get a divorce but then decided not to
when my dad got elected. Three: Once, on vacation in Australia, I got pooped on
by a koala. Three, Natalie said. You used it last year. No, I didn’t. You
totally did, Allison said. You told us the koala peed on you. That’s how it
went every night. The four of us in the dark. Sharing things we’d never reveal
in the light of day. Constructing our lies so they’d sound real. It’s how I
learned that Natalie once kissed a field hockey teammate and that Allison tried
to sabotage a matinee of Les Misérables by spilling grape juice on her mother’s
costume five minutes before curtain.
The game was Vivian’s favorite. She said
you could learn more about a person from their lies than their truths. At the
time, I didn’t believe her. I do now.""“I’ll start,” Miranda says. “Number one: I once
made out with an altar boy in the confessional during Christmas mass. Number
two: I read a hundred books a year, mostly mysteries. Number three: I once
threw up after riding the Cyclone at Coney Island.” “The second one,” Krystal
says. “Definitely,” Sasha adds. Miranda pretends to be annoyed, even though I
can tell she’s secretly pleased with herself. “Just because I’m smoking hot
doesn’t make me illiterate. Hot girls read.” “Then what’s the lie?” Sasha says.
“I’m not telling.” Miranda gives us an impish grin. “Let’s just say I’ve never
been to Coney Island, but I go to mass all the time.”
Krystal goes next,
telling us that her favorite superhero is Spider-Man; that her middle name is
also Crystal, although spelled with a C; and that she, too, threw up after
riding the Cyclone. “Second one,” we all say in unison. “Was it that obvious?”
“I’m sorry,” Miranda says, “but Krystal Crystal? No parent would be that
cruel.”
When it’s time for her turn, Sasha nervously pushes her glasses higher
onto her nose and wrinkles her brow in concentration. Clearly, she’s not used
to lying. “Um, my favorite food is pizza,” she says. “That’s number one. Number
two: My favorite animal is the pygmy hippopotamus. Three: I don’t think I can
do this. Lying’s wrong, you guys.” “It’s okay,” I tell her. “Your honesty is
noble.” “She’s lying,” Miranda says. “Right, Sasha? The third one is the lie?”
Sasha shrugs broadly, feigning innocence. “I don’t know. You’ll have to wait
and see.”
“Your turn, Emma,” Krystal says. “Two truths and one lie.” I take a
deep breath, stalling. Even though I knew this was coming, I can’t think of
suitable things to say. There’s so much I could reveal about myself. So little
I actually want to have exposed. “One: My favorite color is periwinkle blue,” I
announce. “Two: I have been to the Louvre. Twice.” “You still need to give us a
third one,” Miranda says. I stall some more, mulling the possibilities in my
head, ultimately settling on something perched between fiction and fact.
“During the summer of my thirteenth year, I did something terrible.” “Totally
the last one,” Miranda says to nods of agreement from the others. “I mean, if
you truly had done something terrible, you’re not going to admit it during a
game.” I smile, pretending that they’re right. What none of them understand is
that the point of the game isn’t to fool others with a lie. The goal is to
trick them by telling the truth."
I must be trying to trick them
"By the time I’m back at Dogwood, I’ve concluded
that’s what it was.
A trick of the light.
A brief optical illusion.
At least
that’s what I force myself to believe.
Lying to myself.
It’s the only falsehood
I allow."
Ah, so it wasn't a dream, it was a trick of the light, an otical illusion
"I told you so. “I thought you were drowning,” I
said. “We all did. Why would you lie about something like that?” “Why not?”
“Because it wasn’t one of your stupid games!” Vivian sighed and began the swim
back to the canoe. “Everything is a game, Em. Whether you know it or not. Which
means that sometimes a lie is more than just a lie. Sometimes it’s the only way
to win.”"
The only way to win - See DHL Leeds being ranked number one, based on lies. If I've not mentioned it on here, it's definitely in the book.
"But that might not
matter for much longer. Because. I. Found. It. That clichéd missing piece that
ties everything together. Everything makes sense now. I know the truth. All I
need to do is expose it. But there’s a hitch. After reading you, dear diary,
Natalie and Allison want in on it. And I’ve decided I’m going to tell them
everything. Because I can’t do this without their help. I thought I could, but
that’s no longer an option."
I know the truth, hence the book
"“But they did come back.” A tear slips out, rolls
down my cheek. “Later that night. Only they couldn’t get back into the cabin.”
“Why?” Miranda asks. I know I should stop. I’ve already said too much. But
there’s no turning back now. I’m tired of omitting things, which is practically
the same as lying. I want to speak the truth. Maybe that’s what might finally
heal me. “Because I locked the door behind them.”"
The last line in the book, it is so apt.
Thanks Riley
"You will refuse to cover her up. The time for lies
is over."
