"No shit?" Marcus snorted, amused by that for some reason. A lot of people had lost their wives, husbands, kids... it was just standard when you met someone these days to hear the laundry list of missing loved ones and relatives. And here was someone who couldn't even ditch their fucking ex. That was pretty funny. "Fuck. Don't know what I'd do if my ex-wife showed up to this place."
He wouldn't be too shocked that she'd lived, he supposed. Sophie's spine had been welded together from solid fucking steel, and he could picture her putting up one hell of a fight. However, the coincidence would just about kill him. His expression turned to one of fond recollection, softening his features as he thought of her. "Heh. That bitch knew a thing or two about hoops. So why did you drop your teacher man, eh? Fucker cheat on you? Drink too much or something? Or just not jump high enough for you?"