Chapter 12: Setting the TensionParcae selected a hand screen fan, decorated with René Magritte’s famous painting of a pipe.
Mark sat up and faced the opposite corner of the sofa, where Sammy normally sat. Mark’s body was tense, as if in a fight. In memory, he saw Sammy sitting, face red with anger.
“It’s just another day,” Mark said.
“If it’s just another day,” Sammy mocked, “then go out with the guys some other day.”
“Oh, come on,” Mark rebuked. “Don’t be so stupid.”
“Riiiiight, your friend time must be every Friday and Saturday night. I don’t know what a guy in a relationship is doing going out to the bar scene without his boyfriend.”
“What are you accusing me of?” Mark snapped.
“Nothing. I’m questioning why that would be necessary.”
“Sammy, I’m not getting my space. And I’m tire
