
I do remember that, occasionally, Dad would take his pointer finger and hit his lips intently; to mean, Don't tell Mom this or that. Nobody, but us have this secret.
"If I were you, I would do this or that"..., but...(and then the finger would go to his lips and that meant mum is the word.) Didn't you just love keeping a secret with dad. A sprinkle cookie left over that we split could be a secret. The fact that he was going to hide somebody's special treat, that they had mislaid in his drawer, never to return. might be another secret that we would keep. Secrets between dad and anyone were always fun.
He never kept secrets well, though. Anything I said to him, he would always repeat. He would meet a friend of mine and say, you are the one that, Jayne said steals or has a zit, is that true. Dad, that was between you and me and... is that what the lampost means?
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