David knocked on the door and waited. When Mark answered the door he seemed surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“You invited me to come over. May I come in?”
“Of course.” Mark focused on the smile on David’s face for a second before he led him into a small den. Sketches lined every wall and covered every flat surface.
David studied the many faces the drawings portrayed. Some he recognized, others he didn’t. One thing was certain, they were extremely realistic. “I’m glad you haven’t given up your sketching. You’re very good.”
“Actually, I did give it up for a while.” Mark surveyed his sketches. He’d stopped after the funeral, not being in the mood to sketch after that. He didn’t really know why he’d finally decided to sketch again, one day he’d just decided to pick up a pencil. Now, h
