In the apartment, Mark made Catie some coffee. When he came out with it, he saw her talking to Roger.
"Hey. I was just talking to our new roomie, it seems," Roger said. As he passed by mark into the kitchen, he whispered to Mark, "She's good for you."
Mark thought he was crazy. He brought her the coffee and asked, "So why do you hate your dad?"
"We lived in the rich part of town. My mom was getting sick of the snootiness. Probably why she left. My dad thought we were better than the people here in East Side. But this is where most of my friends are. I get this from my mother. He didn't like that and I got fed up with his lifestyle and left."
"Wow. You gave up riches for this. I don't know anyone who would willing do that. Until now of coarse."
"Can I live here?"
"What about your mom's friend?"
"She didn't know Angel. We have nothing in common. You and I do. Plus I hear you're about to have a free room. Roger's leaving?"
"Yea."
"Why?"
Mark told her about the whole Roger/Mimi saga. "And now he's going to Santa Fe. Hey how about tomorrow after the trip to the cemetery, we go meet the other guys?"
"I guess, sure." She smiled at the prospect of possibly having other friends in this life.