Chapter 11Saturday morning
“Baby, what is that God-awful noise…baby…” Reggie felt around for Mark, and then opened his eyes. He picked up his cell, it was only eight-fifteen. They hadn’t gotten home until after three. Where the hell was Mark? I’ve got to do something about that noise. I don’t remember it being so noisy at Bobby’s house.
Reggie put on his robe and went down to the kitchen. It was Cecily’s day off, but his coffee was ready in the coffee pot but still no Mark. Reggie took his coffee and brought it into the breakfast nook. Mark must have picked up the newspaper because it was folded by his plate. Plate?
He took a sip of coffee and began to feel a little bit more alert. On the table under a napkin sat six poppy seed bagels, some cream cheese, and lox. He heard the door to th
