“You think I am afraid of you?” I asked the soldier.
“Yeah, sometimes I think you’re afraid to tell me things. I don’t know why since you can kick my ass.”
“Is that you telling me you are going to lie about me beating you leg wrestling? Are you going to lie about that?”
“Depends on who’s there, I guess.”
I laughed. â€˜You have those skinny legs.”
“I know and I’m embarrassed of them. And your legs… well they are something else.”
“Well lie if you must, I was there. And there are things I am afraid to tell you.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“It’s just how you are.”
“Yeah. Yeah it is. I pretty much hide everything I can from you.”
“I know you do.”
“I’m glad you know and I glad it’s not a problem because I am bound to keep doing it.”
“I know, and no it’s not a problem. You just keep being, P.”
Is this lying by omission? How forthcoming are you?