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.
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.