“A married man?” my sister asked.

“Yes, a married man.”

“Why a married man?” my nosey sister asked.

“The married ones are the best.” I told her.

“I suppose so, they usually have some don’t they?” she persisted.

“Yes, usually they do.” I replied.

Sister sighed, “It’s going to be hard keeping this a secret from that husband of yours. He’ll be upset you didn’t want him.”

“He’ll find out eventually. Someone will open their big mouth. Nobody can mind their own business anymore.”

These days it was very hard to find an experienced football coach for the children.