That night there were four instead of three of us sitting on the
station platform and swinging our feet.  C.  Vincent Vesey was one of
us.  We discussed things while dogs barked at the moon that rose, as
big as a five-cent piece or a flour barrel, over the chaparral. 

And what we discussed was whether it is better to lie to a woman or to
tell her the truth. 

And as all of us were young then, we did not come to a decision. 

THE END 

End of Project Gutenburg Etext of OPTIONS by O.  Henry.