“He’s being really calm about this,” Mark said, turning the corner at the end of his old street. “It’s like he knows his fate and he’s willing to accept it.”
My mind flashed back to the talk Roy and I had had on the station platform back home. “I think he’s just taking the line that there’s no point worrying about it until all the facts are known.”
Mark sighed. “I suppose.”
Mark took me round many of his old haunts—the fields where he played football, his middle school, the houses where some of his friends had lived. I asked if he wanted to go knock on their doors, but Mark shook his head.
“They’ve probably moved away now. Plus, they aren’t my friends any more. I’ve moved on, and up.” He gave me a significant look that sent warm fluttery feelings washing through me.
“See this?” Mark
