Chapter 6

By then, everyone had settled in, having rearranged the chairs into a less rigid formation. Mark sipped his beer, beginning to relax since everyone seemed comfortable. Not that they wouldn’t be. I guess I had host jitters. Hell, I know I did.

He was about to sit as well when Norma took his arm, nodding toward the kitchen. When they were there, she asked, “Any word from your soon to be ex?”

“Umm, yeah. I didn’t tell you because, well…” Mark sucked in a breath.

“Yes?” She looked hard at him.

“I didn’t want you making a big thing of it.”

“Me? I wouldn’t do that.”

Mark chuckled. “Like hell. Anyway, he called to say he was coming out this weekend and I told him I was busy and he sort of took that in stride I guess and said he’d call again soon when he could arrange to come out and, well, that’s where it stands,” he said, all in one breath.

She nodded. “What happens when he does call?”

“I don’t know. I’ll figure out something.”