Al and I weren't meant to be. What would be the point of telling him the truth?
He wasn't nearly as perceptive as Mariela. I had let so many things slip in front of him, even telling him about doughnuts and hamburgers, and he still didn't have a clue.
I was leaving soon, anyway. I had no reason to tell Al who I really was. Having one person know was enough.
"No," I said honestly without divulging the plethora of reasons I had for keeping my silence.
Mariela raised a delicately shaped brow at me. "Why not? I thought the two of you were close."
"You already had your suspicions about me so it was easier to accept. I don't think he would believe me," I replied somewhat truthfully.
That reason was pretty low on my list of Why Not to Tell Al the Truth but it was still a reason. It counted.
