Chapter 27
"Where's Cass?" Mark asked as he opened the door and saw Roger at the counter. "Is she okay? Did she say anything? Did anything else happen? Well where is she?" Mark looked around the room and back to Roger as he stepped through the door followed by Jen, Maureen and Joanne.
"She's in the shower." Roger told him. As for the rest of Mark's questions, yeah, a lot else happened and yeah, she said a lot and I said a lot and we aren't even going to go into any of that.
"We've got an idea." Jen told Roger as Cass came out of the bathroom in a towel.
"Hey." She said as she walked over to Roger. He untaped the plastic bag over her cast.
"Let me see you other hand." Roger told her. She held out her left hand. Roger looked at her burn and put some burn cream on it before he started to wrap it up with the gauze.
After Cass got dressed she came back out and sat on the couch next to Roger. He lit two cigarettes and handed her one. She took a deep drag. "So what's your idea?"
Joanne gave them a basic run down of what the answering machine message said. Without going into any great detail. Then she explained about calling Carlton and Andre in a lawyer capacity.
"That may work." Cass told them. "Or at least help some. Especially if they hear it. That way it's not my word against his."
"So do you want me to call them?" Joanne asked.
"Yes. Call them. But do me a favor. Do it as their attorney, not mine. They'll take you more seriously that way, if you're calling on behalf of Mr. Cohen and Mr. Davis as opposed to me."
"Got it. No problem.
"Good. You ready?" She asked Roger.
"Uh huh." He told her as he pulled her up off the couch.
"Where are you guys going?" Jen asked with a smirk returning to her face.
"To get cigarettes." Roger said simultaneously as Cass said "For a walk."
"I guess we're going for a walk too then." Roger shrugged. "But we're out of cigarettes. We'll see you guys later. I've got my phone Mark." He told him as they walked out the door.
"But neither of you smokes anymore!" Mark yelled after them.
At that all three of the girls started laughing at him. "Well they don't you know."
******
"No thank you, Mr. Sullivan. Yes, definitely. Mr. Cohen and Mr. Davis will be happy to hear that. Yes. Thank you again. Goodbye."
"Okay she's off the phone." Maureen yelled towards Mark's closed bedroom door. "You can let him out Jen."
"Thank god." Jen exclaimed as she came out of the bedroom with Mark. "I don't know how much longer I would have been able to keep him in there. Without restraints that is."
"Ha ha very funny. What happened?"
"I spoke, he listened. He spoke, I listened. Went well I think. He seemed to understand your concerns and will look into what he can do to make sure it does not happen again. I'll hear from him in the next few days."
"That's it?" Jen asked wide-eyed. "He's her father. He didn't ask how she was or anything?"
"Well," Joanne began, "in his defense, he would have no way of knowing I have ever even met Cass."
"Yeah well, we'll see I guess." Mark said, but he did not sound very convincing.
"Look Mark, right now that's all we can do. Let's just wait and see what happens."
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well guys, if I plan on doing anything tonight I need to get home and take care of a few things."
"Do you have to go back to Washington this week Joanne?" Jen asked.
"Yes. Tomorrow afternoon. I'll be down till Wednesday or Thursday."
"Yup. We gotta go then." Maureen said, grabbing Joanne by the waist. "So do we have any plans for tonight?"
"Not that I know of so far." Jen said.
"Marky we still taking care of that stuff tomorrow night?"
"As far as I know. I guess I better double check with Roger. And I gotta find something for Cass to do. I think I'd rather do all that alone. Just you and me." He turned to Jen. "Are Jason and Collins going to the Iguana tomorrow night?"
"I don't know. You can ask him later thought. Jason's coming over soon to fix the hole in my bedroom wall."
"What hole?" Mark asked her.
"The one that mysteriously appeared last weekend." She rolled her eyes at Mark. "When two psychos wacked my bedroom door open so hard the doorknob went into the drywall."
"Oh, sorry."
"Don't worry about it." She laughed. "Jason is very capable of fixing dry wall. Plenty of holes knocked in walls over the years back home."
"Okay, well we're out of here so we can go out tonight. Marky you find out from Roger about tomorrow. 'Kay? Jenny we'll see you later. Tell Mr. Fix it and Collins we'll see them tonight hopefully. Think cheap tonight guys."
"Yeah, that's a good idea." Mark agreed. "Bye guys. Thanks Joanne."
Maureen and Joanne left as Mark and Jen continued talking. After a few minutes there was a banging on the front door, as if it were being kicked.
Mark got up to open it. "You two thirsty or something?" He asked as Roger walked in carrying two cases of beer with two bags of ice laid on top. Cass also had her hands full with three grocery bags she was struggling with because of her cast and burnt hand.
"Very funny. Move, this is heavy." Roger told him as he set the cases on the counter.
Mark took the bags from Cass as she closed the door. "You just missed Joanne and Maureen. They just left."
"Oh we saw them on the steps." Cass said. "They'll be back tonight."
"Yeah," Roger started to explain. "I talked to Izzy. He's coming over tonight. We're gonna have a mini jam session. Andrew too. You remember him? Drummer. I used to play with him once in awhile."
Mark was somewhat amazed. Roger was having a party? Anti-social Roger? Invited people here, to our place? And Andrew was one of them? Oh yeah, Mark remembered Andrew. Did Roger know what Andrew did now? He must. Especially after last night. "You mean the guy that used to drum with you guys sometimes during practice? The one that works at," uh, let's word that differently, Marky. "The one that was going to school to get an MSW?"
"Yeah him. I saw him last night. Get this," he grinned, "he plays wedding receptions sometimes!" He laughed. "Well he said he wanted to jam sometime. Play some real music. I talked to Izzy, who wanted to do the something tonight. So I called him."
"Uh huh." That was about all Mark could say at this moment. He was slightly shocked. "So we're having a party?" Mark never thought he would utter those words again. Not about here. Not involving Roger.
"No, we're not having a party. Just a few people." Roger told him.
Just then they heard a key in the lock and the door opened. "Hey guys what's up?" Collins asked as he and Jason walked in.
"Apparently we're having a party." Mark told them.
"It's not a party. It's just a few people." Roger said as he put the ice in the freezer.
"Some people being Andrew the drummer." Mark said with a look at Collins. "And Izzy. Which means really Izzy and his following. Plus all of us."
"Fine. If you want to get technical, then it's not a few people, it's some people. That doesn't make it a party." He was moving stuff around in the fridge to fit the beer in.
"Okay," Jen said. "It's not a party. It's just a bunch of people." She gave that devilish evil smirk to Mark. "With music."
"Live music." Mark added.
"And beer." Jen smirked.
"Lot's of beer." Mark raised an eyebrow.
"And junk food." Jen said as she started to help Cass unload the chips, pretzels and other stuff from the grocery bags.
"But it's not a party." Mark started laughing.
"Definitely not a party." Jen was laughing too at this point as well as Collins, Jason and Cass.
"Fine, whatever." Roger shook his head and grinned at Cass. "I guess were having a party."
"I'm noticing that." She laughed.
"So Andrew is coming over? With his drums?" Mark still couldn't believe it. "We better go downstairs and invite the girls. And that idiot in the big apartment. Maybe if we get him drunk we won't have to listen to him bitch and moan."
"Go ahead if you want," Roger told him, "but what's he gonna do? Complain to the building manager?"
"Probably. He's such an ass sometimes."
"Uh, Mark?" Jen grinned at him as Roger rolled his eyes. "That would, uh, be you. Remember? You're the building manager."
"Oh yeah! I forgot." He gave them all a big dorky grin. "See I told you there were perks working for Benny."
"Whatever." Roger told him. "But get this, you know that waitress at the Life Café? Um, what was her name?"
"Joellen." Cass told him.
"Yeah, Joellen. Well she's Andrew's girlfriend's sister. Twin sister." He laughed.
"Oh great!" Jen joked. "Just what we need, more twins around here!"
"Lovely." Collins piped in. "More twins, double the trouble."
"I didn't know you two are twins." Cass said.
"Oh we're twins alright." Jason grabbed Jen in a headlock hug. "Bet you can't guess who the evil twin is thought?" He started pointing at Jen above her head.
"Oh shut up little brother! And go fix my wall." She started to push him out the door. "So I can get everything done before the party that's not actually a party party. Little brother."
"Oh don't even go there." He laughed. "You're only two and a half minutes older than me!"
"Whatever you say, baby bro! We'll see you guys tonight. Do you want me to stop down stairs and tell Ginny and Leslie about tonight?"
"Yeah you better. It's gonna be loud, if there's gonna be drums, and Izzy." Mark laughed. "He doesn't even need instruments to be loud."
"Okay. We'll stop on our way down." She looked at her watch. "Ginny should be up by now. I'll take care of it. Cass give me a few minutes and I'll wash your hair if you still want."
"Okay. I'll be down in a few."
They left as Cass flopped onto the couch next to Roger who was starting to tune his guitar. "What did Jen mean about the girl downstairs being up by now? It's four in the afternoon?" Just then, as if on cue, Roger and Mark's watches went off, signally it was time for Roger's afternoon pills.
Mother hen Mark was about to say something to Roger who had hit the button to silence his watch and went back to tuning the guitar. Before he could though, Roger put the guitar down on the couch and stood up. "Oh," he grinned, "Ginny's got worse hours then me when we got a gig. She's going to what? Nursing school? So she goes to night school, then to work then comes home and does her homework." He had this stupid grin on his face as he nodded at Mark.
Mark just watched as, without any prompting, Roger still talking comes into the kitchen and pulls out his pills and takes them. "But see the funny thing is she's a dancer at the Cat Scratch Club. Mimi was good friends with her. She moved into her old apartment when Mimi moved in up here permanently."
Mark couldn't believe it. Taking his pills on his own, on time? And talking about Mimi? And laughing while doing it? Wow.
"But what's funny about that?" Cass asked.
"Well," he kept chuckling, "she didn't always have a lot of time between school and work and stuff. Mimi said she used to go to school dressed for work. A lot. And she used to study in the back between sets. When I'd pick Mimi up sometimes she'd be sitting there studying. She'd go dressed from work to her 6:00 am study group. Mimi said she had to go see the head of the nursing department once because one of the first times she showed up at school dressed for work, it was in this little nurses' outfit. You remember that outfit?" He grinned.
"Yeah," Mark nodded, a grin crossing over his face as well. "I remember that outfit." The thought of that temporarily pushing the amazement Mark previously had over Roger's actions.
"Got it." Cass laughed. "Nursing school student stripper in super short, super tight nurses outfit. Basically ever 15 year old boys wet dream?"
Mark almost choked on the water he was sipping as she said that. Roger cracked up. "Basically, yeah I guess."
"Okay boys! I'm going to Jen's to get my hair washed. I'll see you later." She walked out laughing.
Roger went back tot his guitar still laughing. Mark wanted to ask him about Mimi's stuff. He wanted to talk to him about all this, but he seemed so happy. Mark didn't want to screw that up. He would do anything to keep that going. But he needed to talk to him. Alone. And Mark wasn't sure when he would get another chance. Who know, maybe this could go all right after all.
"Hey Rog," Mark said sitting on the couch with him, "can I talk to you?"
"What's up Marky?" He said still tuning the guitar.
Good sign Mark thought. He only ever calls me Marky when he's in a very good mood or very sarcastic mood. Mark was hoping for good mood. "Um, you remember that thing we were talking about?"
"We talk about lots of things Mark, can you be a little more specific?" He laughed without looking up from the guitar.
"Oh, um, right. The thing you wanted me to take care of? Me and Maureen?"
He stopped picking at the guitar, but kept fiddling with the string pegs with his left hand. After a moment and without looking up, in a voice devoid of emotion Roger answered him. "You mean doing something with Mimi's stuff."
"Um, yeah." Mark was starting to sweat and it wasn't from the early September heat. "Do, um, you, um.still want me to, um, do that? Tomorrow night?" Mark squeaked out the words.
"Yeah, I guess I do." He kept playing with the pegs.
"Okay, as long as you're sure." He paused. "I just wanted to double check." Mark watched him for a moment. "Is there anything um, special you want, uh, want me to do with everything?"
"I guess not. Just give it all away I guess. To some shelter or something. I know I told you to pull out anything Cass can use, but um, let's not do that. Okay? I don't think I want to do that."
"Okay. Whatever you say. Do you want me to take care of all of it tomorrow night? Like be all done with it then?"
"Yeah. No, wait. Can you just sorta clean it up and put it together tomorrow. I, I just want to go through some of it. You know, before. Just incase."
"Yeah, I know. We'll do that. When you're ready, go ahead. Then just let me know and I'll finish it up."
Roger finally looked up from the guitar. He looked him straight in the eye. "Thanks Mark."
"It's no problem Roger."
"No, really Mark. Thank you. For everything." He went back to tuning the guitar.
"Where's Cass?" Mark asked as he opened the door and saw Roger at the counter. "Is she okay? Did she say anything? Did anything else happen? Well where is she?" Mark looked around the room and back to Roger as he stepped through the door followed by Jen, Maureen and Joanne.
"She's in the shower." Roger told him. As for the rest of Mark's questions, yeah, a lot else happened and yeah, she said a lot and I said a lot and we aren't even going to go into any of that.
"We've got an idea." Jen told Roger as Cass came out of the bathroom in a towel.
"Hey." She said as she walked over to Roger. He untaped the plastic bag over her cast.
"Let me see you other hand." Roger told her. She held out her left hand. Roger looked at her burn and put some burn cream on it before he started to wrap it up with the gauze.
After Cass got dressed she came back out and sat on the couch next to Roger. He lit two cigarettes and handed her one. She took a deep drag. "So what's your idea?"
Joanne gave them a basic run down of what the answering machine message said. Without going into any great detail. Then she explained about calling Carlton and Andre in a lawyer capacity.
"That may work." Cass told them. "Or at least help some. Especially if they hear it. That way it's not my word against his."
"So do you want me to call them?" Joanne asked.
"Yes. Call them. But do me a favor. Do it as their attorney, not mine. They'll take you more seriously that way, if you're calling on behalf of Mr. Cohen and Mr. Davis as opposed to me."
"Got it. No problem.
"Good. You ready?" She asked Roger.
"Uh huh." He told her as he pulled her up off the couch.
"Where are you guys going?" Jen asked with a smirk returning to her face.
"To get cigarettes." Roger said simultaneously as Cass said "For a walk."
"I guess we're going for a walk too then." Roger shrugged. "But we're out of cigarettes. We'll see you guys later. I've got my phone Mark." He told him as they walked out the door.
"But neither of you smokes anymore!" Mark yelled after them.
At that all three of the girls started laughing at him. "Well they don't you know."
******
"No thank you, Mr. Sullivan. Yes, definitely. Mr. Cohen and Mr. Davis will be happy to hear that. Yes. Thank you again. Goodbye."
"Okay she's off the phone." Maureen yelled towards Mark's closed bedroom door. "You can let him out Jen."
"Thank god." Jen exclaimed as she came out of the bedroom with Mark. "I don't know how much longer I would have been able to keep him in there. Without restraints that is."
"Ha ha very funny. What happened?"
"I spoke, he listened. He spoke, I listened. Went well I think. He seemed to understand your concerns and will look into what he can do to make sure it does not happen again. I'll hear from him in the next few days."
"That's it?" Jen asked wide-eyed. "He's her father. He didn't ask how she was or anything?"
"Well," Joanne began, "in his defense, he would have no way of knowing I have ever even met Cass."
"Yeah well, we'll see I guess." Mark said, but he did not sound very convincing.
"Look Mark, right now that's all we can do. Let's just wait and see what happens."
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well guys, if I plan on doing anything tonight I need to get home and take care of a few things."
"Do you have to go back to Washington this week Joanne?" Jen asked.
"Yes. Tomorrow afternoon. I'll be down till Wednesday or Thursday."
"Yup. We gotta go then." Maureen said, grabbing Joanne by the waist. "So do we have any plans for tonight?"
"Not that I know of so far." Jen said.
"Marky we still taking care of that stuff tomorrow night?"
"As far as I know. I guess I better double check with Roger. And I gotta find something for Cass to do. I think I'd rather do all that alone. Just you and me." He turned to Jen. "Are Jason and Collins going to the Iguana tomorrow night?"
"I don't know. You can ask him later thought. Jason's coming over soon to fix the hole in my bedroom wall."
"What hole?" Mark asked her.
"The one that mysteriously appeared last weekend." She rolled her eyes at Mark. "When two psychos wacked my bedroom door open so hard the doorknob went into the drywall."
"Oh, sorry."
"Don't worry about it." She laughed. "Jason is very capable of fixing dry wall. Plenty of holes knocked in walls over the years back home."
"Okay, well we're out of here so we can go out tonight. Marky you find out from Roger about tomorrow. 'Kay? Jenny we'll see you later. Tell Mr. Fix it and Collins we'll see them tonight hopefully. Think cheap tonight guys."
"Yeah, that's a good idea." Mark agreed. "Bye guys. Thanks Joanne."
Maureen and Joanne left as Mark and Jen continued talking. After a few minutes there was a banging on the front door, as if it were being kicked.
Mark got up to open it. "You two thirsty or something?" He asked as Roger walked in carrying two cases of beer with two bags of ice laid on top. Cass also had her hands full with three grocery bags she was struggling with because of her cast and burnt hand.
"Very funny. Move, this is heavy." Roger told him as he set the cases on the counter.
Mark took the bags from Cass as she closed the door. "You just missed Joanne and Maureen. They just left."
"Oh we saw them on the steps." Cass said. "They'll be back tonight."
"Yeah," Roger started to explain. "I talked to Izzy. He's coming over tonight. We're gonna have a mini jam session. Andrew too. You remember him? Drummer. I used to play with him once in awhile."
Mark was somewhat amazed. Roger was having a party? Anti-social Roger? Invited people here, to our place? And Andrew was one of them? Oh yeah, Mark remembered Andrew. Did Roger know what Andrew did now? He must. Especially after last night. "You mean the guy that used to drum with you guys sometimes during practice? The one that works at," uh, let's word that differently, Marky. "The one that was going to school to get an MSW?"
"Yeah him. I saw him last night. Get this," he grinned, "he plays wedding receptions sometimes!" He laughed. "Well he said he wanted to jam sometime. Play some real music. I talked to Izzy, who wanted to do the something tonight. So I called him."
"Uh huh." That was about all Mark could say at this moment. He was slightly shocked. "So we're having a party?" Mark never thought he would utter those words again. Not about here. Not involving Roger.
"No, we're not having a party. Just a few people." Roger told him.
Just then they heard a key in the lock and the door opened. "Hey guys what's up?" Collins asked as he and Jason walked in.
"Apparently we're having a party." Mark told them.
"It's not a party. It's just a few people." Roger said as he put the ice in the freezer.
"Some people being Andrew the drummer." Mark said with a look at Collins. "And Izzy. Which means really Izzy and his following. Plus all of us."
"Fine. If you want to get technical, then it's not a few people, it's some people. That doesn't make it a party." He was moving stuff around in the fridge to fit the beer in.
"Okay," Jen said. "It's not a party. It's just a bunch of people." She gave that devilish evil smirk to Mark. "With music."
"Live music." Mark added.
"And beer." Jen smirked.
"Lot's of beer." Mark raised an eyebrow.
"And junk food." Jen said as she started to help Cass unload the chips, pretzels and other stuff from the grocery bags.
"But it's not a party." Mark started laughing.
"Definitely not a party." Jen was laughing too at this point as well as Collins, Jason and Cass.
"Fine, whatever." Roger shook his head and grinned at Cass. "I guess were having a party."
"I'm noticing that." She laughed.
"So Andrew is coming over? With his drums?" Mark still couldn't believe it. "We better go downstairs and invite the girls. And that idiot in the big apartment. Maybe if we get him drunk we won't have to listen to him bitch and moan."
"Go ahead if you want," Roger told him, "but what's he gonna do? Complain to the building manager?"
"Probably. He's such an ass sometimes."
"Uh, Mark?" Jen grinned at him as Roger rolled his eyes. "That would, uh, be you. Remember? You're the building manager."
"Oh yeah! I forgot." He gave them all a big dorky grin. "See I told you there were perks working for Benny."
"Whatever." Roger told him. "But get this, you know that waitress at the Life Café? Um, what was her name?"
"Joellen." Cass told him.
"Yeah, Joellen. Well she's Andrew's girlfriend's sister. Twin sister." He laughed.
"Oh great!" Jen joked. "Just what we need, more twins around here!"
"Lovely." Collins piped in. "More twins, double the trouble."
"I didn't know you two are twins." Cass said.
"Oh we're twins alright." Jason grabbed Jen in a headlock hug. "Bet you can't guess who the evil twin is thought?" He started pointing at Jen above her head.
"Oh shut up little brother! And go fix my wall." She started to push him out the door. "So I can get everything done before the party that's not actually a party party. Little brother."
"Oh don't even go there." He laughed. "You're only two and a half minutes older than me!"
"Whatever you say, baby bro! We'll see you guys tonight. Do you want me to stop down stairs and tell Ginny and Leslie about tonight?"
"Yeah you better. It's gonna be loud, if there's gonna be drums, and Izzy." Mark laughed. "He doesn't even need instruments to be loud."
"Okay. We'll stop on our way down." She looked at her watch. "Ginny should be up by now. I'll take care of it. Cass give me a few minutes and I'll wash your hair if you still want."
"Okay. I'll be down in a few."
They left as Cass flopped onto the couch next to Roger who was starting to tune his guitar. "What did Jen mean about the girl downstairs being up by now? It's four in the afternoon?" Just then, as if on cue, Roger and Mark's watches went off, signally it was time for Roger's afternoon pills.
Mother hen Mark was about to say something to Roger who had hit the button to silence his watch and went back to tuning the guitar. Before he could though, Roger put the guitar down on the couch and stood up. "Oh," he grinned, "Ginny's got worse hours then me when we got a gig. She's going to what? Nursing school? So she goes to night school, then to work then comes home and does her homework." He had this stupid grin on his face as he nodded at Mark.
Mark just watched as, without any prompting, Roger still talking comes into the kitchen and pulls out his pills and takes them. "But see the funny thing is she's a dancer at the Cat Scratch Club. Mimi was good friends with her. She moved into her old apartment when Mimi moved in up here permanently."
Mark couldn't believe it. Taking his pills on his own, on time? And talking about Mimi? And laughing while doing it? Wow.
"But what's funny about that?" Cass asked.
"Well," he kept chuckling, "she didn't always have a lot of time between school and work and stuff. Mimi said she used to go to school dressed for work. A lot. And she used to study in the back between sets. When I'd pick Mimi up sometimes she'd be sitting there studying. She'd go dressed from work to her 6:00 am study group. Mimi said she had to go see the head of the nursing department once because one of the first times she showed up at school dressed for work, it was in this little nurses' outfit. You remember that outfit?" He grinned.
"Yeah," Mark nodded, a grin crossing over his face as well. "I remember that outfit." The thought of that temporarily pushing the amazement Mark previously had over Roger's actions.
"Got it." Cass laughed. "Nursing school student stripper in super short, super tight nurses outfit. Basically ever 15 year old boys wet dream?"
Mark almost choked on the water he was sipping as she said that. Roger cracked up. "Basically, yeah I guess."
"Okay boys! I'm going to Jen's to get my hair washed. I'll see you later." She walked out laughing.
Roger went back tot his guitar still laughing. Mark wanted to ask him about Mimi's stuff. He wanted to talk to him about all this, but he seemed so happy. Mark didn't want to screw that up. He would do anything to keep that going. But he needed to talk to him. Alone. And Mark wasn't sure when he would get another chance. Who know, maybe this could go all right after all.
"Hey Rog," Mark said sitting on the couch with him, "can I talk to you?"
"What's up Marky?" He said still tuning the guitar.
Good sign Mark thought. He only ever calls me Marky when he's in a very good mood or very sarcastic mood. Mark was hoping for good mood. "Um, you remember that thing we were talking about?"
"We talk about lots of things Mark, can you be a little more specific?" He laughed without looking up from the guitar.
"Oh, um, right. The thing you wanted me to take care of? Me and Maureen?"
He stopped picking at the guitar, but kept fiddling with the string pegs with his left hand. After a moment and without looking up, in a voice devoid of emotion Roger answered him. "You mean doing something with Mimi's stuff."
"Um, yeah." Mark was starting to sweat and it wasn't from the early September heat. "Do, um, you, um.still want me to, um, do that? Tomorrow night?" Mark squeaked out the words.
"Yeah, I guess I do." He kept playing with the pegs.
"Okay, as long as you're sure." He paused. "I just wanted to double check." Mark watched him for a moment. "Is there anything um, special you want, uh, want me to do with everything?"
"I guess not. Just give it all away I guess. To some shelter or something. I know I told you to pull out anything Cass can use, but um, let's not do that. Okay? I don't think I want to do that."
"Okay. Whatever you say. Do you want me to take care of all of it tomorrow night? Like be all done with it then?"
"Yeah. No, wait. Can you just sorta clean it up and put it together tomorrow. I, I just want to go through some of it. You know, before. Just incase."
"Yeah, I know. We'll do that. When you're ready, go ahead. Then just let me know and I'll finish it up."
Roger finally looked up from the guitar. He looked him straight in the eye. "Thanks Mark."
"It's no problem Roger."
"No, really Mark. Thank you. For everything." He went back to tuning the guitar.