Much as secrets intrigue me, I don’t particularly like to keep them. So it was with reluctance that I listened to a friend the other day, and found myself charged with a secret. On the magnitude of secrets, it wasn’t a grave one, definitely not an issue of life and death. Yet it was serious enough to make me sit up, only to find myself alone with the secret, sworn to silence.
And I said, “Your secret is safe with me.”