Link to Chapter Seventeen. Mystery, Memoir, and Meaning is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN I called Mark’s office and cell on the way over but still got his answering machine and voicemail. So it was not a surprise when I got to the bungalow and banged on his front door with no response, and after all, it was mid-afternoon. He could be having a late lunch somewhere. I couldn’t help feeling he was avoiding me, though.