The Secret

 

For years, every morning he put a teaspoon of sugar in his coffee.  Every evening, before going to bed he had one shot of Crown Royal.  During the day he sat in an over-stuffed chair at the senior living facility and never spoke to any of the other residents.  All they knew about him was his name, Arthur, and that he took sugar in his coffee and drank one shot of booze before bed.

He didn’t play cards, or checkers or even poker.  He never shared any part of his life with anyone.

One day one of the other residents had their children come for a visit.  With them they brought their little granddaughter, Molly.  Molly was all dressed up as if it were a Sunday.  When they all entered the main room, with its giant fireplace and soft music, Molly headed straight for the quiet man in the overstuffed chair.

Everyone in the room watched to see what was going to transpire between the little visitor and Arthur.  The room was as quiet as it has ever been.  Molly took hold of Arthur’s hand but never said anything.  She just stood there looking at him.  Slowly Arthur leaned forward and whispered something in Molly’s ear.  Molly smiled and giggled a little and then skipped off to explore the rest of the room.

To this day no one has ever known what Arthur whispered to Molly, and when asked – he only smiles.

 

 

 

 "It's a secret people.  I told you that up front."