A zillion years ago a friend told me of a dilemma she had that concerned a friend. How should she handle the situation? Should she tell the friend? She told me to keep the story under my hat.
I kept shtum.
Soon after, the friend began reciting the tale at the drop of a hat.
The odd thing isn't that she changed her mind about openness. It came out that she'd told half a dozen (or more) people her troubles. She'd sworn us all to secrecy.
I sometimes wonder what triggered both the repetition (sub rosa) and the sudden openness.
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