Alex, of course, didn’t know my mother had discovered our little secret and I had no intention of telling him, figuring he’d freak out if he knew. He didn’t understand my mother like I did. I knew she’d never tell Dennis that Alex and I were sleeping together. She wasn’t about to jeopardize her own marriage by airing my dirty laundry and, for that, I was grateful. Plus, since Alex hadn’t exactly been truthful with me about his engagement, I figured I didn’t need to be entirely truthful with him about what my mother did or didn’t know about our relationship. The less he knew, the better.
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