Twenty years he held to that lie. Twenty years and not a slip in his words. Until his dear “friend” died.
Told me he was going to Washington to see his mother, who was ailing. In truth, he went shark fishing with his “friend” off the coast of Florida.
Why did he lie? There wasn’t the need. We’d only just met; I’d have understood that his arrangement with his “friend” took precedence over me.
And then it slipped out, the day he received the news. I bit my lip, I turned away. His “friend” had been gay.
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