“What mischief are you two up to?” Lori’s voice, light and playful, couldn’t mask the sharp edge of curiosity.
Benjamin recovered quickly, spinning a tale of how he and Keith had gotten stuck in an elevator earlier that week.
“We just sat on the floor and waited,” he told Lori.
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“I know,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “You told me this story the moment you got home.”
My best friend shot a smile before going back inside.
I spent the rest of the night trying to figure out whether I should tell Lori about the secret bottles of alcohol that Ben was hiding around their home.
On one hand, they had a great relationship, and Ben was always going out of his way to do things for Lori. He thrived on making her happy.
But on the other hand, Lori’s father frequented their home. If he had a relapse, Lori would never forgive herself.
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“What should I do?” I asked Keith once we had gone to bed.
“Do you think Ben was serious?” he asked. “He was pretty out of it.”
