Author's note: Like the last chapter (and all future chapters), this one is filled with emotional turmoil.
Mark caught Roger as he was about to escape to the roof. "So, what was up earlier? I know I heard yelling, so don't try to lie to me."
Roger looked away. "It was nothing. Just a nightmare." He turned to leave, but Mark caught his arm. "Was it…"
Roger nodded. "Yeah. The April one again. And before that, there was one about Charlene. Mark, I haven't slept this badly since…well, you know."
Mark placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Roger, maybe you should see a therapist. You obviously have some pent-up trauma to work through.
"With what money?" Roger spun, livid. "Did you forget that? We don't have the money for extravagant extras. We're barely making ends meet as it is!" He spun again, storming to the roof.
Mark looked hurt. "We'd find the money somewhere," he muttered, biting his lip. He grabbed his camera and headed to the door, ignoring the ringing phone. The machine beeped, spewing out the usual "Speak!"
The machine beeped again, and Mrs. Cohen's voice bubbled over the line." Are you there Mark? It's Mom. I wanted to wish you and Roger a merry Christmas. Call your father. We miss you! Oh, and Roger, call your mother. It's very important. She's at 581-302-4188. Don't forget to call her! Do it soon. Love Mom!"