He grabbed one of my braids in his hand. "With your hair like this," he said, "You look like Pocahontas. Especially since you're so tan."
"Well you know," I retorted, "The Jews and the Native Americans are very close. Practically cousins."
He looked at me quizzically. "Really?"
"No. Not even close. Did you really think I was serious?" I laughed. "Just about the only thing they have in common is that they both tend to vote Democrat."
He pulled me closer. "I would have believed you. I believe most things you say."
"You shouldn't. It's all bullshit. Most everything people say is utter bullshit. And lawyers? We're professional bullshit artists."
"Not you." He touched my face. "Your face is so honest. I trust you."
At that moment, I almost warned him. "Don't believe me, not a word. Nothing I say is true. It's all a lie. Run away before you get hurt." But I kept my mouth shut.
Sometimes silence is the only truth.