Henry's Headache (piece 7)
“Excuse me?” a woman asks. I look around. There she is, standing at the grave next to Toby’s, apparently cleaning it up after the fallen leaves. “Sorry,” I answer, “didn’t mean to scare you. I was just talking to myself.” “So, Toby it is, right?” she asks. “No, Toby is resting here,” I answer... Sign in to see full entry.