Roy’s train left at 1.30 P.M., so I was able to nip home in my lunch break and take him to the station.
I looked up at the information boards. Of course the train was running a few minutes late so we found an empty bench and sat down.
“Can I trust you with something?” Roy asked after looking around, presumably to check no one was within hearing range.
“Uh, yes.”
“Will you promise not to tell Mark?”
I wasn’t sure about that. “If it’s something he ought to know, then…”
“It would hurt him if he knew.” Roy took out a handkerchief and blew his nose. “But if you think you have to tell him…I’ll understand.”
Still unsure, I tentatively agreed to keep whatever it was to myself.
“This,” he waved his right hand in the air, “whatever it is I’ve got. I think it’s serious.”
Silently, I agreed
