Mark: 2010
Lying on the garage floor, under the frame of a 1974 Dodge Charger Mark put some muscle into turning a nut. The thing was badly rusted and it was being a b***h to get off. Speaking of bitches…Mark’s thoughts turned to Rachel. They’d been married for three years. He was beginning to think that was at least one year too many. The past few months had been filled with shouting and arguing. Sometimes it was about money, sometimes it was about his job and the hell and erratic hours and sometimes it was about s**t that seemed to make no sense at all.
“You know you look about like a homicide case, feet sticking out like that,” said a familiar voice.
“Scott?”
“Who else do you know who makes dead body jokes?”
Mark slid out from under the car and saw Scott leaning against the garage t
