A woman’s recently purchased Kindle books
disappear. Fix this, she tells herself. Don’t bring this to her husband’s
attention, she adds. She keeps mum. She tries to Google the answer, she tries
to restore the books. Days go by, and still her library is short $70 worth of
books.
Then success. She’s a genius, is the report
she gives her friend. But don’t mention it to her techno-phobic volatile
husband.
Really?
The weight of this plan is considered. It means stuffing another secret into the
container of shame.
No more. She confesses what happened
including why she kept quiet about it.
