When You Think Someone Is Hinting At Your Upcoming Demise
The neighbor across the way is an older gentleman. He often waits outside for his son to come home. He has dirty grey hair and a scraggly beard, and he wears a red sweatshirt. If I happen to come home as he awaits his son, he'll approach my car with a wave and a smile. He looks like a fisherman. If I ever asked him what he did, he'd probably say, "I'm a fisherman," and I would not be even remotely surprised. Our last encounter went something like this: Neighbor walks toward m