Had Mark somehow, somewhere been able to discover her secret? She shook her head mentally. There was no one living that knew she was the Green Sister.
"So, what have I been doing?"
"You've been writing. I have friends who have all your books. And..." He paused, looked away, and blushed. "I have to admit, I've read them as well."
"You? You don't exactly fit the demographics for the general romance reader, but don't feel embarrassed. You like numbers so... did you know that in 2004, 22% of the readers of romance novels were male?"
"You're kidding! Really?"
"God's truth. So... it's not as uncommon as you might think."
"That's interesting." Mark got up and started clearing away the tray.
"Do you ever hear from anyone from school?" She had to hurry up and get to the point of all this before she ran out of an excuse to be here.
"The occasional card from Ann. Do you remember her?"
Janna's heart sang. "I think so." She frowned as if she were thinking. "You and she were pretty tight, right? Where is she now?"
"We... had a falling out over something a year or two back. So, I'm not sure where she is now."
"Oh. Well, where was she then?"
Mark sent her a look laced with suspicion. "Why all this interest in Ann? You and she had your own moments in school, if I remember."
Janna busied herself with readjusting the ice on her arm. "Oh, just idle curiousity."