Morton Fisher’s fear of water was the second thing people knew about him. The first was the smell of a man who refused to bathe. The third was that, while he feared water, Morton Fisher did not fear sharing too much information with strangers.
“I’m afraid of water,” he would say. “That’s why I don’t bathe. If I get close to water, I’ll die.”
But the day the flood came, the day the rain turned the road into a river, people learned something else about Morton Fisher.
As he was rescued from his rooftop, soaked but smiling, even Morton Fisher learned that he had lied his entire life.