Neither of us cared.
I drove us home in my car. I called Dave on the way and asked him if he could pick up Mark’s truck. He didn’t ask a single question. He just said, “I’ll get it, Lena. Don’t worry about anything.”
That’s how I knew Dave knew too.
Mark was quiet for the first half hour. He sat in the passenger seat with his hands in his lap, looking at his left hand. Running his thumb over the pale band on his finger.
“How long have the guys known?” I asked.
“Since June.” He didn’t look up. “I had to tell them. I needed them for the trip. To cover for me Saturday morning so I could go to the jeweler. And to look at the room. I needed Ray to post a bunch of stupid pictures so you wouldn’t wonder.”
