How To Keep A Secret: A fantastic and brilliant feel-good summer read that you won’t want to end!. Sarah Morgan

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      “Do you think the problems in your marriage are having an impact on Daisy?”

      “He’s having an affair.” Andrea blurted out the words. “He denies it, but I know it’s true.”

      “I’m sorry.” And she was. A fractured marriage was an injury to the whole family. Children limped wounded into her classroom, trying to make sense of the change in their world and she did what she could to create an environment that felt safe and secure.

      “I haven’t said anything to the children, and I’m trying hard not to show how upset I am because I don’t want to confuse them. They don’t know what’s going on, and I’m afraid if I say something he’ll make me seem like the bad guy. Mom is having one of her moods again, that kind of thing. I don’t want to bring the kids into this. How does Daisy seem to you?”

      “She’s been a little quieter than usual, but she hasn’t said anything specific.” Jenna made some suggestions, careful to keep the conversation focused on the child. It wasn’t her job to fix their marriage or pass comment, although invariably when you were a teacher, you became involved with the whole family. The fact that she’d been at school with the mothers of half the kids in her class, and some of the fathers, occasionally complicated matters.

      Andrea pulled a tissue out of her bag. “I don’t want this to harm my kids. If he stops right now, maybe we can fix this. Maybe they never have to know. But I’m not good at keeping secrets. I’m an honest person and I’ve raised them to be honest, too, so by making me do this, he’s tainted our family. It isn’t just his deception, it’s mine, too, because now I’m lying to my kids.”

      Jenna understood how heavy a secret could be, especially when you carried it for a long time. “I really hope you manage to work out your problems, Andrea.”

      “We used to be so close. Known each other since we were kids, like you and Greg. Maybe that’s the problem. We’ve been together so long, he never sowed his wild oats.”

      Jenna had never sowed wild oats either. Neither, to the best of her knowledge, had Greg.

      “Have you thought about talking to someone?”

      Andrea’s eyes filled again. “I’ve been seeing Greg.”

      That didn’t come as a surprise. Half the island had seen Greg at one time or another. The other half had seen his partner in the practice, Alison.

      “I’m glad you’re talking to someone.”

      “Greg is wonderful. You’re lucky being married to him.” Andrea reached for her purse. “He has this way of talking, sort of quiet but firm. Makes you think there’s hope and that you’re going to be able to fix whatever the problem is.”

      That voice hadn’t managed to fix the fact that she couldn’t get pregnant.

      “He’s good at what he does.” That was true. Greg made a difference to the island. And so did she. Community was important to both of them. Jenna often wondered how her sister could live in a big anonymous city. She knew she wouldn’t be happy doing that. With the exception of a few vacations and her time at college, Jenna had lived her whole life here. She’d married Greg in the Old Whaling Church in Edgartown in the presence of half the community. Her oldest friend had made the cake and Lauren had done her makeup. She’d known most of the guests her whole life.

      Jenna stood up. “I’ll keep an eye on Daisy.”

      “Thank you. Daisy adores you. You’re all she talks about. Mrs. Sullivan said this, Mrs. Sullivan said that.”

      Thank goodness Mrs. Sullivan hadn’t said the F word.

      “Daisy is smart.”

      “Too smart sometimes. I’m worried she’ll see things I don’t want her seeing.” Andrea stood up, too. “You’re very good at your job, Jenna. You’re going to be a wonderful mother when you eventually decide to have children.”

      Jenna managed to keep her smile in place.

      She walked Andrea back to the school gates, promised to keep an eye on Daisy and then made her way back to the classroom.

      The wind was biting and most of the islanders were longing for spring. Not Jenna. Spring meant buds on the trees and lambs playing in the fields. Everywhere you looked there was new life. This time last year she’d been sure that by now she’d be pushing a stroller along the streets. Instead she was back in her classroom teaching other people’s kids.

      Of course it was still possible that spring might be lucky for her, too.

      If she and Greg had nonstop sex over the next few weeks she could potentially be pregnant by April or May. That would mean a Christmas baby.

      She allowed herself a moment of dreaming, and then snapped out of it.

      All she thought about was babies.

       Obsess: to worry neurotically or obsessively.

      Her obsession had even entered the bedroom. When she and Greg made love she found herself thinking, Please let me get pregnant.

      Maybe she’d cook a special meal tonight. Open a bottle of wine. Try to relax a little. She could greet him at the door wearing nothing but a smile and hope Mrs. Pardew across the road wasn’t looking out the window.

      She reached the door of her classroom and winced at the noise that came from inside.

      Bracing herself, she pushed open the door and the noise dimmed to a hum.

      “Good morning, Mrs. Sullivan.” The chorus of voices lifted the cloud that had been hanging over her.

      Maybe she didn’t have her own children, but she had them. She loved their spontaneity and their innocence, their bright eyes and smiles. She even loved the naughty kids. Like Billy Grant, who was currently standing on his desk, waiting for her reaction.

      He was a rebel with a strong sense of adventure and a cavalier attitude to risk. Fortunately no one knew more about that instinct than Jenna.

      “Billy, our classroom rule is that we don’t stand on desks.”

      Billy folded his arms but didn’t move. “You’re not the boss of me.”

      Jenna arched an eyebrow.

      He lasted two seconds and then scrambled off the desk and plopped onto his chair.

      Everyone knew that when Mrs. Sullivan gave you that look you did what you were supposed to do or you’d be in serious trouble. He made another attempt to deflect blame. “Bradley told me to do it.”

      “If he told you to jump off a bridge would you do that?” She straightened her shoulders and addressed the whole class. “One of our classroom rules is that we don’t stand on the desks.”

      “Rules are boring,” Bradley muttered. “Why do we have to have them?”

       So we can break them.

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