James sat up when Death knocked on the door. He was there to collect James the way children collect laughter. James opened the door; he was not very bright with things like this.
When he was younger his sister smashed a vase over his head after his provokings grew into gaping creatures. After numerous X-rays and MRIs the doctors told them all, “We looked at his head, there’s nothing there.”
Much amusement among the brothers and sisters at this. He could do Calculus problems in his head and tell you about wars that your great-great-great-grandparents fought in when they lived in the Old Country. But he was lacking in common sense.
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2013
, Article 9.
Available at: https://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2013/iss2/9