“Why not?”
“It’s a secret,” he said.
“Oooh, a secret,” she said. “What kind of secret?”
“A family secret. We don’t have people over for dinner. That’s the way it is.”
“A secret! They’re all child molesters?”
He shook his head.
“Horribly deformed?”
He shook his head.
“What, then? Give us a hint?”
“It’s a secret.”