Death
It was Death all right. I’d know that guy anywhere. I’d seen him around here so many times, I’d lost track. He thought I couldn’t see him, of course. Pretty much everyone else can’t see him. But I don’t know whether it’s just a stubborn streak in me or if it’s hereditary (Ma used to say she could see him, but we laughed at that), but I can see him. Plain as day. Well, sometimes he’s a little hazy around…