I snatched an apple from her bowl and slowly took a bite.

She grinned and then she laughed, good wittance and good night.

My apple poison is so painful.

I brewed especially for you.

But I'd switched her apple to my pocket

because I knew what she would do.

You've crossed over to Spooked.

Stay tuned. So they said I was too young to attend my uncle's funeral.

Pop said it was going to be open casket and I didn't need to see all that.

But when it's over, after the burying's done, everybody starts filing in the door at my grandmother's house.

Sad, quiet eyes.

Turn away from other sad, quiet eyes.

It's weird because this house is a lot of things that quiet and mournful has never been one of them.

One uncle pulls out a deck of cards. my auntie's eyes flashed, bright evil,

and he quickly shoves the deck back in his breast pocket.

We just look at each other, look down at the carpet. Then outside.

Loud enough, so he might as well be in the room, the next door neighbor,

talking to the pastor or somebody.

I seek it.

I seek the whole thing.

One brother shot another pastor.

I tried to stop him, but the devil was strong in that family.

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