I said, trying to process the information that refused to cooperate with my logic. “That doesn’t make sense.” I held it up to Jesse. “This is done like they’re—” “Dead,” he finished with a nod. “Exactly. They died last year, within eight months of each other.” I started to laugh and handed him back the photo. “Okay, whatever,” I said. “I’m tired, but I’m not that tired.” I pointed to where the booths used to be. “I had breakfast with them, Jesse. This morning. You saw us.” I started to walk back around the counter, looking up at the rain that continued to fall. I was getting weary of being wet. “I saw you,” he said. “You were alone.” I turned on my heel and fixed him with a what-the-hell look. “You’ve hit your head or something,” I said. “They were sitting across from me.” “Did they eat?”
