Chapter 2April, Friday of Easter weekend
Reggie took a chance and brought some coffee and croissants down to Mark on Friday morning. He didn’t have to go to work because it was Good Friday and he knew Mark didn’t have to be in until later that evening. He stepped outside, unlocked the gate and walked around the back to Mark’s door.
He rang the doorbell and Mark answered, awake, but still sleepy-eyed. “I noticed that you didn’t have a coffee pot and I remembered you didn’t have time to buy groceries, so I thought I’d drop this off for you.” Reggie held a carafe of coffee, a carton of half and half, sugar and the box of warm croissants in a basket with a small jar of raspberry jam.
“You can return the carafe and the basket tomorrow.”
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Mark blushed. He couldn’t think of a thing to
