Forget your sign, what’s your ‘partner policy’ on other people’s secrets?
My best friend’s husband winked at me during dinner. We had just sat down, poured our second cough*fourth*cough glasses of wine, and were laughing about some nonsense thing my co-worker had said about her cat hating to be dressed up in hats. Referring to a long-ago disaster of a date, I simply said, “hats aren’t…