XII
Crossroads
“Want another drink?” called Dennis, digging around in the cooler.
Mark shook his head and lifted his bottle. “I’m good at the moment,” he said.
Dennis offered Heather a second beer and she accepted. Twisting off the top, he handed the bottle to Mark’s girlfriend. Returning to the grill, Dennis set his drink by the empty plate and retrieved his spatula.
Leaning against the porch railing, Mark took another sip of his beer and glanced at the sky. One would think it was already spring. The weekend temperatures had hovered in the high seventies and the sky remained free of clouds. While warmer than normal, the weather had cooperated for Dennis’s Sunday afternoon BBQ.
A light breeze emerged and the smell of grilling steaks filled Mark’s nose. He glanced at the grill and the
