Chapter 8
“Are we still on for the zoo?” Austin asked when Mark answered his phone Monday morning. They had traded numbers Saturday night, something Austin figured was another step in their growing friendship.
“On? I’m dressed and ready to go. Okay, not in my coat and boots, but…” Mark laughed. “I was about to call you to ask the same thing.”
“Great. I’ll meet you out front in ten?”
“Yep. Your car or mine?”
“It’ll have to be yours. I don’t own one.”
“You don’t? Oh, okay. See you in a few.”
Austin was pretty sure Mark had a good idea why he didn’t have a car. Mark did ask, though, while they walked to the lot behind Mark’s building, so Austin told him. “At first, right after Jon’s death, I was, quite honestly, terrified of getting into a car. I didn’t have much choice, however, when
