"Going somewhere?" Frank asked as I descend the stairs.
It was Saturday night and I'm surprised Frank was staying in. Not that he liked to go out on the weekends. I've noticed lately he's not being himself, going out late at nights drinking with his co-workers. I keep telling Mal there was nothing to worry about, but I'm starting to regret my words.
He's been . . . distant.
So imagine my surprise when he sat on a stool, condescendingly staring at me like I was breaking my imaginative curfew. "A classmate of mine asked me to babysit his little sister next door while he's out. I'll be back before midnight."
Frank quirks an eyebrow. "You want to stay indoors babysitting and not out partying with your friends? I bet that's where your friend is going."
I don't correct him. Beck was certain
