CHAPTER 20

“People pay for what they do, and still more, for what they have allowed themselves to become.  And they pay for it simply: by the lives they lead.” 

Edith Wharton

Mark stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom comparing two ties side by side.  He set the ties down on the black tile counter and loosened the top button of the light blue Brooks Brother’s dress shirt. 

He heard the door to his bedroom open and peered around the wall to see the intruder.  His frail mother’s face was painted with make-up.  Her lips were stained in her trait hot pink lipstick.  Her black chiffon dress was long, with a slit that stopped mid-thigh.  Her stiletto heels were high, too high fo...

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