Clara did such a good job not giving away the secret present that Andrea bought me for my birthday. It was obvious so many times that she just really wanted to tell me. But she resisted. With the strength of Superman redirecting a comet, she fought with all of her physical and mental ability to force the secret out of the atmosphere of my understanding.
I mean, even when she came up and saw me looking at a picture of it on the computer, she still didn’t tell me. Nope, not a word.
What she did say was, “Oh, one of those!”.
I turned around in my chair to look at her. “What dear?”
“I don’t know what that is, but I know I’m not supposed to say anything about it to you.” she closed her eyes and made some sort of secret promise hand motion in front of her face. “Nope nope nope. Not saying anything about that thing. Not one word.”
I stared at her until she opened her eyes again. Seeing me she continued. “I promised.” She explained, “I promised not to say a single word about it. So, I’m not going to say anything.” She locked her lips and threw the key over her shoulder dramatically.
I folded my hands in my lap and waited for her to finish.
She shook her head and then mumbled, “Nooo!” through closed lips while she ran up the steps.