“Johnny!” Mr. King snapped. “Stay focused.”

“Yes, sir,” I muttered. 

I needed to pee. 

“You may not be aware of it,” Mr. King continued, “But you have done me a favor.”

“I don’t understand. I’ve never seen you before.”

“But I’ve seen you.”

“When?”

“Earlier today at the hospital.”

“I don’t remember seeing you there.”

“But you saw the girl?”

I said nothing.

“And you saw Samuel Tate? You saw Death?”

I nodded and began to sniffle, which I knew in this circumstance was just as bad as crying.

“I am sorry about your dad.”

“Don’t be. I didn’t even know him.”

“Did Samuel Tate frighten you?”

“Sure. Yeah.”

“And the girl?”

“Stay away from her!”

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“No! Shut up. She’s my friend.”

“I think you and I will be good friends,” Mr. King said.

“I don’t want to be your friend.”

“Johnny Caution,”he continued, “I will visit you again.”

“My name is Calvino!”

“You have helped me more than you know. And I am indebted to you for this,” Mr. King explained. “Which means we have unfinished business.”

I looked up, “Fuck you.”

The well-dressed man only laughed at me and disappeared.

 

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