That was the thing. It was easy to be a shallow friend. The one who you partied with and told dick jokes with but didn't do anything too deep with. It was easy to be the friend who knew more about you than you did about them.

Keeping secrets wasn't a problem when no one knew she had secrets to keep.

But now Maurice DID know, and that opened doors to questions that Heather had been hoping would never come up.

Still, she quelled the worrisome dread in her gut as best as she could, offering Maurice a hand.

"Maybe we should just try and get back to your place. We can order delivery."