With a memory from Ben

Ben was the one who spoke. "I can still remember you very well, Becky. Remember that time in winter?" Constance gave us a questioning look. Of course I knew what Ben was referring to, but I kept myself from being stupid, hoping Ben wouldn't go through with it.

"Tell me, are you making me curious." Constance exclaimed cheerfully. And so Ben began his story. “It was winter, eleven years ago. We were both 18. Becky was in the unpopular group and I was in the group with six others, four girls and one more boy. Becky arrived at the schoolyard alone. When one of the girls called to her. She asked her if she didn't want to be part of the popular group too. Of course Becky wanted that. When Becky lay down in the snow with her legs up and eyes closed we could see if that was possible. Two of us then kept her shoulders pressed to the snow, while the others took off her snowshoes and socks. We let her walk barefoot through school all day. "

I turned red with shame when I remembered it. Constance laughed. "Is there more?" Sure, but I'll tell you later, we were going to walk. "