“Then come the week after.”
“Thanks, then, I will.”
Hoping to meet with Abe, Charlie took a pathway, flanked with rows of tangled roses, whose leaves shook down at every step.
And it occurred to him with alarming force that perhaps he was an orphan.
Papee, Mammee, Mimi and lil Edna—the villa drawing-room on the floor....
His heart stopped still.
“An’ dey in de spirrit world—in heaven hereafter!” He glanced with awe at the moon’s dark disk.
“All in dair cotton shrouds....”
What if he should die and go to the Bad Place below?