“Mark will be dropping by to return my torque wrench later.”
“Come on… you’ll find it funny, too.”
I playfully swatted his shoulder.
“Is Mark also joining us for dinner?”
“No.”
Daniel didn’t even pause to think before he replied.
I playfully swatted his shoulder.
Mark and Daniel had known each other since their twenties, but they weren’t close anymore.
Sometimes Mark showed up at barbecues. They called each other on their birthdays, and they borrowed each other’s tools.
Their friendship had become the kind built mostly on history.
I never thought much about it.
They weren’t close anymore.
At six thirty, Maya walked through the front door with Evan.
My first thought was that he looked terrified.
My second was that I understood why Maya had warned us.
Evan was thin and very pale, with dyed black hair that fell past his jaw. His fingernails were painted black. Dark eyeliner framed his eyes, and tattoos covered most of his left forearm.
