It told her that I knew a secret about her.
She looked at me solemnly and answered quietly with a tone of hope in her voice, ” you don’t…”
“I do, but it is okay”, I assured her.
She stared silently with her little furrowed brow.
I went on.
“I met a boy. He was hiding behind a low stone wall under a gnarled old tree. As I crept up silently he turned and held a finger to his lips. When I reached his side he pointed over the wall into the meadow beyond. In the morning mists I could see the number 5. He whispered carefully in the lowest of possible voices, ‘Its her favorite number'”.
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“You know!”, and then after a short concerned pause, “What will you do with it?”
I smiled just a little, “Why, buy you 5 tulips in the spring, of course.”
She sat stone faced. “Will you tell?”
“No, of course not, then it wouldn’t be a secret anymore.”
“Oh, well, okay then”, and she allowed the barest trace of a smile to play across her lips.