By Albert N. Katz
I phoned my Aunt Elizabeth upon hearing that Patrick, my gangster Uncle, had been murdered. Elizabeth, usually quite flighty and fragile, was remarkably composed, though she had no notion how she would survive financially. “Don’t worry, Stephen. Patrick visited me this morning and told me that all would be well.”
I didn’t believe in ghosts, but if she conjured up a way to be reassured, so be it. Unlike her I had no idea how things would work out—until that evening when Patrick visited me. “Sorry, kid. You have to take care of Elizabeth now. Better do it. Or else!”
I like this story. It’s a clever idea
That visit would make me a believer. Funny story with clever ending.
ty you Adelaide!
ty Derek
Great ending! Love it!
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Nice! Great story idea.
ty. much appreciated
I think he is just faking his death and moving to Sicily where he will go by Pasquale.