Seven Minutes Early


“Thanks for giving me a ride home. Why are you here so early?” Mark asked as he stepped inside the car shaking the water out of his hair and tossing his rain jacket in the back.

“Sorry my car is seven minutes fast, so I’m always a little early,” John responded cheerfully while pulling away from the curb.

The two of them sat in silence for a long time, both lost in their own worlds. They had met in college and had become friends almost instantly. They ended up studying the same thing and were even hired to the same firm in criminal defense for white-collar crime.

“How long have we been friends John?” Mark’s question blindsided John as it came out of nowhere.

“Wow, we have only been carpooling for a week, and already you're questioning our friendship? Maybe Monica was right, I am bad company.” John joked. But noticed the almost repulsive look that flashed on Mark's face when his wife’s name was mentioned.

“No, it’s not that, I was just wondering,” Mark responded curtly.





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