Carefully

“I’m only going to have a salad” Amanda told the server as you ordered your meal “I have dinner with Frank in a few hours and I don’t want him to be suspicious.”

“Yeah, I get that.”

“So…”

“It’s only been a few hours… I’m not answer you yet.”

“I was going to ask about Charlotte”

“Oh…”

“Well…?”

“Well what?”

“Details, girlfriend…”

“Oh, well… six months ago she ordered something off Amazon that was accidentally sent to our house. It was a dress. It was in a pile of packages that we ordered and I opened it by accident. When she came over to get it and saw it open, she broke down sobbing. She thought we were going to rat her out to you and Frank.

“Dave and I would never do that!” You say in protest.

“… did you know we were both…”

“We didn’t want to violate your privacy. I only told you today because I had to ensure she was taken care of. She’s like the kid sister I never had.”

“Who knows… someday she might be your step-daughter… I should call her, see how she’s doing.”

Amanda didn’t get the chance as her phone began to ring in her hands.