Aunt Artemisia had long been the repository for family secrets. Telling her something, was as safe as talking in your own head. A visit to her house. A nice cup of tea. Sharing the burden.
It even continued when she moved into residential care. Until one day, while sharing marital issues, Jack got a shock.
“Yes dear. Marianne hates you shouting at the telly.”
Secrets were no longer sacrosanct it seemed.
This changed the family, who started talking to each other.
“Such a shame. Her mind’s gone,” they said.
Artemisia smiled inwardly. She had wanted to do this for years.