called an ice dispenser.”  She sat between them, pulled out some yarn and knitting needles and started to work, humming a tune that was unfamiliar to Mark. 

 

            Mark swallowed hard and silently cursed his father for calling his grandmother.  Her intentions were good but she didn’t understand that Mark had been on his own for years.  He didn’t need a babysitter or another adult stepping in the middle of his life. 

 

His right leg shook as he pondered his next move.  What would she do when it was time for his mother to be released?  He couldn’t wait around.  Mark had to check on his mother. 

 

“I have to use the men’s room,” he stood...

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