CHAPTER 17

Mark There are few times in my life when I can remember being scared. There had been once when I was out with my parents. I couldn’t have been more than four or five because they were still trying to pretend that we were a happy family. We were at an expensive restaurant that had nothing that a child would want to eat. I remember climbing underneath the tablecloth to pout and my parents continued on with their meal. I wasn’t smart enough yet to realize that as long as I wasn’t being...