"A half-truth is a whole lie."
I told a lie.
Well, actually someone else told a little white-ish untruth. Then I went along with it. Then, in an effort to keep it going, I embellished it.
My stomach started hurting. I couldn't look the lie-ee in the eye. I felt icky inside.
In the end, I think the truth came out, but I can't be sure. I wasn't there. Funny, I was around for the lie, but not the truth.
I don't like to veer off the path of truth. This was a good reminder.