PJW, I had a conversation with Grant during intermission on the sidewalk in front of the establishment where he was performing.
Someone came up to me during intermission and said Grant wanted to speak to me out front.
I have to tell another story in order to put that conversation into context.
My cousin was my best friend, he lived a charmed life; although he had his faults.
On his lunch hour, he would come into my front door, out the back door, over the fence, into the back door of the ladies house next door.
When it was time to go back to work; out her back door, over the fence, into my back door, out my front door, and back to work; he called this "His nooner"
After he died, after the funereal, after everyone had left, I was sitting on one end of the couch, and his bereaved wife was sitting on the other end. She turned to me and asked, "Did my husband have any other women."
With the straightest and most sincere face I could muster, I said, "Not to my knowledge".
She seemed so relieved, a serene look came over her face.
My reason for telling you all of this is that you got to know when to lie, and when to tell the truth.
Grant asked me a question about a person, I told him the truth. He reacted, "You're lying", turned and walked away.
There I was, left with tears. But long after, when I absorbed what had taken place, I realized, that when he was alone, Grant cried because of what I had told him.