Chapter 61

Gerry stood and slowly shook his head. “Some things are just too much for us people,” his grandfather had once told him. “Too big…too perfect.” Back then Gerry hadn’t understood just how right his grandfather had been.

He got dressed in silence. Then he did the only thing his head was telling him was the right thing to do. He dug out one of the suitcases he’d been given and he started to fill it. He hated the fact he had nothing of his own to put in it, but it wasn’t like any of the clothing he’d been given would fit Mark. Though the possibility remained that anyone who might take his place could fit into them, Gerry had no doubts that Mark would take a remarkable amount of pleasure in buying Mr. New Guy or Girl their own shiny new things, whomever they might end up being.

“What are you doing?”

Gerry flinched at Mark’s voice but didn’t stop packing. “I’m doing exactly what everybody hoped I would do when they kicked me out of the party last night.”