I learned how to lie from my family.
Its true. My family is one of the slyest, sneakiest, smartest liars I know. Only family I know who will tell you something and then tell you who not to tell. Sometimes it gets a little confusing. I mean, how the hell was I suppose to know Grandma didn't want my cousin to know she had left the house yesterday? Who was suppose to let me know my mother didn't want my aunt to know she was going to Las Vegas? It gets to a point where I answer questions with a question.
"Janie, did Eric call you anytime this week?"
"...Was he suppose to?"
"No, I was just wondering. If he does, don't tell him I called."
"Ok."
Two days later.
"Janie, did your grandmother call anytime this week."
"...Was she suppose to?"
"No, I was just wondering. If she does, don't tell her I spoke to you."
"Ok."
A family who lies together stays together...or something like that.
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