“Because I keep seeing him.  And I think he wants me to follow him…to come to him wherever he is.”

Chris closed his mouth, swirled his tongue around to dislodge something behind his tight lips, played for time.  He looked at me hard, though.

“Look, man.  Everyone’s gotta have their own thing, believe what they want.  If you believe he’s there, that’s great.  If you believe you’re seeing his…ghost or whatever, great.  Who cares what I think or what anyone else thinks? If it makes you feel better, that’s great.  Just…just don’t do anything stupid.”


“You know…like to be with him,” he said, forcing a fry between teeth that were nearly clenched.  “Like that movie says.”

“That movie?”

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