Mark was awake. It was ten at night, and the phone rang. "Hello?"
"Mark? This is Catie."
"Hey. What's up?"
"Can I come over right now, please?" She sounded like she had been crying.
"What's wrong?"
"I came home from the funeral and my dad told me my mom left home. And I won't live with this man. I hate him. And I can legally leave, so I left. I'm eighteen. Please?"
"Where are you? I can come get you."
"I'm at a pay phone with my suitcase in East Side already."
On a hunch, Mark ran out onto his balcony. There she was at the phone right outside. "Look up."
She turned, saw him and waved. "Very top?"
"Come up."