Yenta Unmasked

Once he had found me out, in pointed AlefAlef fashion, the single query, “Do you care to explain your closetedness?” demonstrated a whole range of colours, from amusement to consternation at the slight.
“I didn’t tell you because it’s my thing to do with as I please. All for me,” was my somewhat lame, although truthful, response. AlefAlef has a mind like a steel trap and can read me like a children’s book, plus he seems to have some sort of weird mind-scanning technique (lawyers are scary people) so I can’t keep a secret from him even if I try, which I don’t bother to do anymore. This little story is but one example of.

Feeling trapped and sheepish, I hit back with good ol’ Jewish sarcasm. “Obviously I did it to annoy you and to give you something to ask me condescendingly.” Believe me, this is how Jews show love and affection.
“Well your plan failed, then. I was delighted, not annoyed.”
Well good. Delight is better than annoyance.
And now I really have to watch out for what I say about him because I have a new reader. And I’m glad for it. I can share all my worlds with AlefAlef, and I know he can keep a secret.
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