Chapter 4Zeke spent the remainder of Saturday doing the usual chores, vacuuming, dusting, laundry, and in the evening grocery shopping. When he returned home and had the groceries put away, he collapsed on the sofa to watch some TV before going to bed.
He was awakened the next morning by the shrill ring of the doorbell coupled with someone pounding on the front door. He pulled on a pair of jeans before racing down to see who was there.
When he opened the door, Greg was standing there, wearing old, wrinkled jeans and a worn T-shirt, as if he’d put on the first thing that came to hand before leaving the house. He pushed past Zeke, heading to the living room. All he said was, “He’s dead,” as he turned on the TV, scrolling through the channels to a local news station. Then he dropped onto th
