When it was a matter of life or death Helen could lie through her teeth. She could be very convincing when her life depended on it. When it came to those who were closest to her, they could tell when she wasn't being honest. It killed her inside to lie to her friends, but she started to believe they were finally okay with the decisions she had made months before. She was there after all, right? Perfectly unharmed and well.
Helen would still murder Paris a thousand times if she could. Sometimes what she really wanted was to tell him to his face how much she loathed him. How she hated his smug, cowardly face. It was easy to forget him when she was with her friends, however. It was especially easy to forget when there was wine involved.
"Oh, my gods! We'd be known as the crazy cat ladies," she said with a laugh, though she didn't dismiss the idea of having a box of kitten.