This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...Charlotte Bankston finished dressing as Danielle, her work buddy, absently chatted. "Did you?" Danielle asked again.
"What? Oh, I…"
"…was miles away," Danielle finished for her. "You don't even know what we were talking about." Then catching Charlotte's eye, "What's wrong, and don't you dare say that everything is fine."
Charlotte finished putting on her cold weather gear, feeling the lump in the inside pocket. "Look, there's…"
Danielle put her hands on her hips and glared at her friend. "Charlotte, we've known each other too long for you to start lying to me now. Spit it out, Girl."
Charlotte stopped to meet her friend's eyes. "Dannie, I can't tell you. Not now, anyway. I just can't. But I'm in big trouble. I…"
"Trouble?" Danielle exclaimed. "How could you be in trouble? You don't ever do anything. And I know you pay your bills, and… most of your mother's. In addition to all that, you still manage to save more money than I do. So what gives? Did you finally get laid over the holidays? Maybe didn't use protection? Is there something juicy you haven't told me? Come on, spit it out, Girl."
Charlotte was fighting back tears. "I… can't, Dannie. I just can't talk about it. It's not that I don't want to, but I can't say anything about this."
Danielle stood looking at her buddy. "You really are in trouble, aren't you? Charlotte, you know you can trust me. Hell, Girl, you know too much shit on me for me to even think about squealing on you. I…"
"Please. Let's just drop it for now and go have breakfast. Shift starts in forty-five minutes." With that, Charlotte turned and started out the door. When they were down the steps and walking in the direction of the cook trailer, she glanced at her friend. "Just remember. No matter what happens, I had no choice."...
Have a goodun;