Marcus had never had to laugh as hard as he did last Saturday. The skill of mischief and torment, felt so good, he wondered why he hadn't thought about it as a way to relax. More than once, in the past, a few people, had deliberately upset him, over and again, and, he would let them go, but how he cooked this mischief up in minutes, against Frodd...
Marcus laughed again.
He was standing in the shadows of his balcony with Fred. The waves of the sea this evening was gentle, and it made his reminisce easy...
"Frodd must have thought he had seen a ghost..." Fred was laughing now. He could not help it. Marcus' laughter was contagious.
Marcus wanted to roll on the floor. His stomach dropped with pain, each time he laughed hard.
"He—He hadn't recognized me at first Fred, until l called his name."Marcus let out another mild roar of hysteric laughter. "And the moment he knew, he briefly lost his balance.
"Did he fall."
"Alm..."
