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I’ve Got a Secret

by Judy Gruen

July 13, 2006 | 8:00 pm

I thought I had struck social gossip gold when my friend Paula let slip a delicious bit of intelligence straight into my eager ears. Paula and I were participating in a real-time, interactive social dialogue -- meaning, we were on the phone -- trying to schedule a lunch date. This was no easy task, as we are modern women who live modern, chronically busy lives that become grist for oodles of "how-to-simplify-your-life" type of books and articles that we, being so busy, have no time to read. Paula consulted her PDA and ticked off the days she was not available.

"Monday I can't take a lunch break, Tuesday I've got a doctor's appointment, Wednesday I've got a business lunch, and Thursday's out since I promised to shop with Barbara for a wedding dress."

"Barbara?" I asked. "Barbara's engaged?"

"Omigod," Paula said. "I cannot believe I said that. And I was sworn to secrecy!"

"You know you can trust me," I said, immensely satisfied at suddenly finding myself "in the know." Inexplicably, Barbara had remained one of our social set's most eligible singles for a long time. News that she was about to don the lace veil was the most exciting information I had heard since I learned that our very nasty neighbor's pipes had burst. It was hard to decide which news was more delightful.

"You can't tell anybody," Paula said. "But the engagement is going to be announced in synagogue this Saturday. Boy, are people going to be surprised!" "I'll make sure to be there, and don't worry. CIA agents couldn't drag it out of me, unless of course they threatened to yell at me or drag me to some European detention center," I said.

Although Paula and I failed to locate a single day anytime in the following six months when we were both available for a midday sandwich, the conversation was still a rousing success by my standards. I walked a little taller -- a novel feeling, as my kids are now so big that in my entire household I am only taller than the dog -- just knowing a juicy news tip that almost nobody else in the world knew.

An hour later, the phone rang.

"Make sure to come to synagogue on Saturday," Mimi said. "There's going to be a big announcement."

Her I've-got-a-secret tone irritated me. I thought I was the only one, other than Paula, the bride and the groom, to know about the hitching. I had kept my end of the bargain and kept my trap shut. But I had suddenly tumbled from the social gossip elite, and I didn't like it.

"Yes, I've heard," I said, in a studied, nonchalant tone.

"How?" Mimi demanded. "Nobody is supposed to know."

"Well, you know, and I know also. Why are you calling people if it's supposed to be such a secret?"

"I don't want to deprive people of the chance to be there when the news breaks," she said. "This is BIG."

"Have you also alerted CNN and the Los Angeles Times?" I asked.

"No need. The Men's Club president already works for one of the wire services," Mimi said.

The same day, I got an e-mail from Barbara herself.

"I know that Paula spilled the beans," the bride noted. "But please don't tell anyone else. I really want this to be a surprise."

"Don't worry," I replied. "I wouldn't tell anyone even if I was promised the jumbo jackpot of the California lottery, unless it has gone over $23 million. After all, everyone has her price."

I kept mum. But the next day in the market, I bumped into one of the synagogue staff.

"You didn't hear this from me," he said sotto voce near the tomatoes, "but there's going to be a big announcement in services on Saturday. Only thing is, I can't tell you exactly what it is. Wish I could," he said, clearly relishing the presumption that he knew something that I didn't.

"Somebody already beat you to the punch," I said. "I learned about this three days ago," I said.

"Three days ago? That's impossible. This news is supposed to be hot." He sounded hurt.

I shrugged. "What can I tell you? As Ben Franklin said, 'Two can keep a secret, if one of them is dead.'"

Over the next few days, I received no fewer than four phone calls, three e-mails and two unsubtle hints accompanied by winks about the big scoop that was supposed to have remained a bigger secret than the Manhattan Project but had leaked like a New Orleans levee.

Barbara e-mailed me again: "I'm not accusing you of anything, but news of my engagement has somehow already traveled round and round. I only accidentally told 12 people, and they each promised not to breathe a word of it. Only two days left till the announcement, so please don't tell anybody else."

At that moment, the king-sized down duvet that I planned to get for Barbara as a wedding gift shrunk to a three-speed blender. I may be a writer, but I'm no leaker.

On Saturday I arrived at services early. The place was standing-room-only, with people spilling out into the halls. This never happened, not even on Yom Kippur. It was as if God Himself had been announced as the guest speaker.

When the prayers were over, we waited for the expected broadcast. The women were all on the edges of their seats. Two even slid off.

The air in the room was electric, as the rabbi dropped hint after hint about the identity of the bride and the groom. Finally, to great fanfare, he announced Barbara's engagement to a man whom most of us did not know. Not that it mattered. Two more singles had been rescued from the cauldron of singles events, blind dates, wretched dates, wretched blind dates and Internet dating services. We sang and danced as if we had just discovered and trademarked the recipe for world peace, or least the recipe for a good nonfat cheesecake.

It was probably the worst-kept secret in the history of Western Civilization, yet for all that, the broadcast lost none of its thrilling quality when it became officially public. Ben Franklin would have had a great laugh.

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