“Well; I wouldn't exactly say 'won't' … it's more like I can't tell you; Bellona. I'm sorry.”
“What do you mean … why can't you tell me?”
“Because … I promised someone that I wouldn't tell anyone about their secret.”
“Promised someone … who?”
“I'm sorry; I can't tell you that, either.”
Bellona looks upon me with discerning eyes; while asking, “Tell me, Pomona; this person that you promised … is it someone that you met yesterday, when you were missing? … You never really did say much about what happened; other than give a brief account of being attacked, and then taken to a hotel to recuperate. ”
I slowly nod my head. … Bellona continues staring at me for a brief moment; then, gently rests her hand on my cheek, and affectionately smiles at me...
“It's okay. You don't have to tell
