At first I thought they would be everywhere, like in that movie from a million years ago about the kid who sees the dead.
But they weren’t. The throngs thinned out as soon as we left Cassadaga. There was a straggler or two headed into town.
But the farther from Cassadaga we drove, the fewer there were.
Did they need to communicate with the living? Did they need Paulie, and all the others, who read palms and tea leaves and tarot cards?
And there. There they were in the graveyard, right there at the edge of that old churchyard.
Fine! That made sense! But why was Tommie at my place?
She needed to take a trip west to Cassadaga. I’d tell her so today.