Normally, I don't hold with lying. However, I can see a scenario when it's truly necessary to save a life in the presence of an enemy.
Gracie gets into that situation. Her friend Mark is captured and accused of being a spy. He also really is a spy. What can she say that won't get him killed?
At first, Gracie's throat went dry. All of the Lanthran language she knew ran out of her mind like a dog bounding through an open door. There seemed to be a boulder in her chest, keeping her from breathing.
His hand tightening, the colonel demanded in a low, dangerous voice, "Little girl, what do you know about this man?"
. . . Gracie thought, How would Lewis have handled this situation? She knew, smart, complex Lewis would play chess with the colonel. Very well, she would play chess, too.
Gracie found she had control over her mouth again and could speak. Every word from here on was a lie, her own contribution to this weird game. In a barely audible voice, she moved her pawn. (pp. 368-69)
Go, Gracie! Brave girl!
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You're quite the delicate, lovely one, girly. How I'd love to be your servant in Heaven for as long as you want. Meet me Upstairs, babe, and we'll have a drink... or several HeeHee God bless you. Lookit 'MySoulAccomplishment' first. That should give you some ideas and inspiration - they're for the take'n, dear. EYE didn't come-up withem, that's fer sure! Be at peace.
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