At first Jack worried that he’d lapsed back into coma, but he responded when Jack shook his shoulder. He left him sleeping in his chair and went outside. Through the late afternoon haze he spotted Carl working three houses down. When he saw Jack he hurried toward him across the dry grass. A small garden spade protruded from his right sleeve. “I heard about your daddy,” he said, flashing a yellow grin. “Real glad he’s okay. That’s pan-o-ramic!” “Sorry?” He shrugged. “I just like the word. Anyways, I’m glad he’s back.” “Thanks, Carl. He’s napping now.” “Good. Real good. Looks like the list don’t get more pan-o-ramic.” Wishing he’d never uttered that word, Jack said, “What list?” “The list of Gateways folks who’ve gone before their time—not that ‘before their time’ means a whole helluva lot round a place like this. Funeral home waiting rooms is what they is.” “I’m not following you.” “Had a bunch of strange deaths real recent like.”
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