Who: Mark and JFK What: Mark is none too happy with his family's treatment of his golden boy. When: Tuesday afternoon Where: Carmines, Time Square Warnings: None!
Mark remembered the day as clearly as a mortal might remember a parent, brother, or sister passing. In a way, that certainly made sense. He'd seen John as sort of a son, as he saw all of his presidential candidates. He stepped in at that important juncture in their lives and guided them... mentored them into a presidency. They were as close to family as men could get with Mark without being relations to America herself. So Mark remembered when something happened to one of his men. John stung especially hard, given how he'd been there and on the security detail. His own brother had done the shooting and he hadn't been able to stop it. Now he was to find out that while Mark had been thoroughly honest with one of his favorite presidents, his brother hadn't said a word about the truth of the situation. And his mother? Well, she'd said nary a greeting to one of the 'loves of her life' since his death.
Mark didn't know how to suss out what he felt entirely. Anger was the first thing, and he'd taken that out on his brother with a punch to the face, Sunday night. But it was more than that. It was disappointment. As Gods they were bound to meddle in the lives of mortals, but to kill one and have him end up an American god, and then keep him completely in the dark went beyond immoral. The question, of course, was what good would telling him actually do? He was unburdening his own conscience, but to what cost of John. Some things were better left unsaid, but Mark couldn't do it. He didn't understand how any of his family could live with themselves. James and John knew each other, Columbia loved him.
It was times like these that Mark just didn't get his family.
"Would you like another beer, sir?"
It was his third already, but Mark nodded and leaned back to wait for another glass of Sam Adams. Not that John was in danger of having punches thrown in his direction, but the conversation was going to turn emotional. The alcohol would help