I never knew that I had a memory problem!
What are you doing?Dad jumped up suddenly. I hadn't meant to surprise him. He turned on me quickly with a frantic look in his eyes.
Look. You have to help me. I'm going to tell you something, but you can't tell anyone about this, OK?
"Especially Barbara... Barbara is going to kill me. If she finds out, she's going to kick me out!"
He ordered me to follow him and we headed out towards the back yard with the bucket full of water.
Come on. Follow me.When anyone starts a dialogue with the words "I'm going to tell you something but you can't tell anyone...", it's a sure sign that you should tell someone.
Oh my God! What happened?"I was burning some brush out back here yesterday. The whole damned fire department showed up! They yelled at me about not having a permit, and then the neighbor got in on it, too! I've always burned brush!"
It was not like me to talk to Dad like this but it just didn't seem like something Dad would do. Dad was eccentric, but not prone to making poor judgment calls.
"Not now, OK? You have to help me. I need to get buckets of water out here to keep it from starting up again and I need you to keep Barbara out of the way."But why?"
"She doesn't know...? Dad!"