  I catch you running and gather you in my arms to ask, "what's wrong, darling? " But you never tell me. You are a customer with coins suspiciously untarnished - I turn them over in my hand and I do not trust them - but I give you all I have in hope you will one day run out of counterfeits and just tell me the damn truth! I am not so afraid of honesty that I would desert you, but your varnished half-truths desert me every day. 
