He swiveled to the side when he felt someone nudging his elbow.
It was Diane. She was watching him warily but her eyes had lost their usual spark of interest. She seemed tired. “You coming?”
Mark opened his mouth to speak, but Andrew cut him off, a little too loudly.
“Ya need a ride, Mark?”
He hesitated, feeling every set of eyes stare curiously at him.
“Uh,” he began, unsure of how to put it in words that might seemed less personal, and clutched his antiques. He cleared his throat and shifted his weight uncomfortably.
Luckily for him, there came a flicker of understanding across Andrew’s kind face.
“Ya seen enough of my show already,” he told Mark with a wave of his hand. “Let’s make it a rain check, then.”
Mark gave him a look of gratitude.
Diane spoke suddenly. “Hey,” she said. “You’ll call me?”
Mark knew it was more of a statement than a question; it was written all over her face. “Sure.” Diane, the perfect daughter at home and a role model in school, was always worrying about Mark getting into trouble.