Chapter 12
November 1974
The sun was already high in the sky when Gerry opened his eyes. It wasn’t the light that pulled him out of the cobwebs of sleep, though. Mark lay beside him on his bed, staring at him with a wide-eyed grin.
“Happy birthday, gorgeous!”
Mark grabbed him before Gerry could roll away. “Oh, no, you don’t. I saw you eyeball me. Time to rise and shine. We’ve got to introduce you to year twenty-one.”
Gerry groaned and threw his arm over his face. “But I don’t wanna,” he said, holding the final word in a long whine.
“Don’t give me your guff, Fawn.”
Gerry’s wrist was caught, tugged out of the way, and Mark dropped a kiss on his cheek. “You’ll see, this year is going to rock so hard that it won’t even matter that you’re on your way to becoming an old man.”
“Gee, thank
