8. You may lie.
Jonas was stunned. What would happen to his friendships? His mindless hours playing ball, or riding his bike along the river?
Those had been happy and vital times for him. Were they to be completely taken from him, now?
The simple logistic instructions—where to go, and when—were expected.
Every Twelve had to be told, of course, where and how and when to report for training.
But he was a little dismayed that his schedule left no time, apparently, for recreation.
The exemption from rudeness startled him. Reading it again, however, he realized that it didn’t compel him to be rude; it simply allowed him the option.
He was quite certain he would never take advantage of it.
He was so completely, so thoroughly accustomed to courtesy within the community that the thought of asking another citizen an intimate question,
of calling someone’s attention to an area of awkwardness, was unnerving.
The prohibition of dream-telling, he thought, would not be a real problem.
He dreamed so rarely that the dream-telling did not come easily to him anyway, and he was glad to be excused from it.
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