Lana - Entry 17

Its been a little rough. We’re constantly on the move and I still haven’t told Sal why. I can tell he’s getting cranky and tried. He wants to know what’s going on but hasn’t directly asked. Which, I have to admit, I’m relieved. I know I will have to explain myself eventually but I just haven’t figured out a good way to do that yet. Every way that I try and phrase it, it just sounds ridiculous. He’s never going to believe me, I wouldn’t. I mean I guess I could prove it to him but that’s far too dangerous.

I just don’t know what to do. Tell him the truth and have him think I’m crazy or keep putting it off and drive him away. Maybe I already have. Tonight when we stopped he just flopped down on the ground and covered his face with his shirt. He left me to make the fire and cook dinner. I shook him when it was ready and he grunted at me, grabbed the plate, ate and the tossed the plate on the ground and went back to sleep. We’ve only been on the move for three days now and it seems like he is already done. I don’t know what to do. He’ll probably leave me tomorrow, who knows.