Today I am travelling an hour up the road to meet my wonderful friend, Andrew, who will be travelling an hour down the road, to have lunch at the town halfway between his place and mine. Now Andrew, who I’ve mentioned in previous posts, is gay, and in a committed relationship. Despite these facts, Anthony has mentioned him a few times lately, in a suspicious way, so obviously I cannot tell Anthony about my lunch date today because I don’t want him to suffer the jealousy that has begun to rear its ugly head.
So I have to lie. And I have lied. I’ve told him that I have to take Ming to a party in this town and I might not be back in time to go and see him in the nursing lodge, but that I will see him tomorrow.
I have begun to develop a repertoire of lies to explain either my inability to come in to see him, or my inability to bring him home, because I am too gutless to actually tell him the truth when I know how much the truth will hurt him.