Secrets are rarely kept between two people. If you have a secret, it's best to tell no one.
I told someone, so mine was no longer a secret, it was just low-key information we tried to keep quiet.
I was easily embarrassed, and wished it hadn't happened in front of him, my new husband. Our bed was a futon, with walls on two sides and a dresser at the foot. I got up early and opened the drawer where my clothes were, and something leapt out at me. I ran for the door to the other room. My husband was laughing so hard when I returned, I wanted to pour cold water on him.
He said, "You and that mouse was both runnin neck and neck for the door. Funniest thing I ever seen!"
"It was awful. Please don't tell anyone. Keep it secret. Promise?"
"Okay, I promise. It's still the funniest thing I ever seen!"
"What's a mouse doing in the dresser anyway?"
"Makin a nest, probly," he said. "Look. See the shredded paper? It was makin a nest."
"Not on my clothes, it won't. I won't stay in this old house anymore. We're moving out today, okay? We won't tell anyone why."
"Where'll we go?"
"I have a tepee, remember? Let's pitch it by your mother's house and use the futon in it."
That's what we did, and told no one the real reason. It didn't take long to make our new room. It was just a little tepee I used to live in before I met my husband, and I knew how to pitch it fast. I put the liner on it so nothing could slip under the bottom.
My husband liked it. The summer's are full of bugs in Oklahoma, so he rigged a screen to cover the smoke hole at the top and keep bugs out. We were both proud of our work.
We ate and visited at his mother's house, then went to bed in the tepee. It was wonderful. At least, until the owl landed on top of it and hooted several times. My husband pulled the blanket over his head until the owl went away, and I had a fit of giggles.
"What're you laughin at?" he said. "Owls mean there's gonna be a death in the near future, and it landed right on top a us!"
"I won't laugh anymore. Sorry. You just looked so funny with that blanket over your head."
"At least I won't ask you to keep it a secret. Everyone here knows about owls. And mice!"
By the next week, I heard my husband tell the mouse story to just about everyone. They all seemed to enjoy it. Though it was hard at first, I learned to see humor in it and laughed, too. A scared woman and scared mouse in a race--yes, it was funny.
Secrets are best kept alone, and some things don't need to be a secret at all.