Cross My Heart
If a friend of mine should suddenly become famous, I promise that I will not be the one sharing amusing anecdotes with the media about the good old days. And if a member of my family falls victim to a natural disaster, I cross my heart that I will not be involved in any press conference or feel a need to share my sorrow on television to begin the healing process. And if the police discover human body parts in my neighbor’s freezer, I swear that I will not be providing interviews about what a swell person my neighbor has always been.