I watched the shower in my backyard, Comet lying next to me in the grass.
About an hour after I got out there, Mr. Death came outside in his black hoodie and eased down onto the grass in his backyard, too.
When Mom woke me up a few hours later and told me to go inside, Mr. Death was gone. But for a while we had been under the same sky, enjoying it exactly alike.
And I still had a face.
The next day I left a note on Mr. Death’s porch:
Two weeks. Neptune in opposition.
Tiny blue dot, but best time to see it.
Mom had her way of saying thank you; I had mine.