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I was silent The clatter of silverware and chatter spoke for htmans"

"Yeah the around theined therave They have that earthy odor - that oppressive, ht word "Decay, the smell of rot It's on they I i their way through my casket"

"You think too much Everyone knows that when you're dead, you won't be able to hear the wor You'll be dead"

He smirked "How do you know?"

"You'll be dead"

"How do you now a dead person doesn't hear anything?"

"I never met a stiff who complained about loud music"

"Good point" He sipped his coffee "If a tree falls in the woods and no one hears it does it make a sound?"

"What does that have to do with the price of apples in New York?"

"James, if your not there, hoould you know? We don't know until we experience it" He changed the subject and didn't mention it until we pulled into the driveway on Ces of a crazy old man"

"I don't believe you Just James," Shannie said on the other end of the phone

"I saw him with my oo eyes," I whispered

"You sure it was hi"

I alht I saw Ms Horne; I sed the thought "I'ht"

"That's iht and I didn't hear a thing I ake"

"Whatever All I'ht

"Sahom?" my mother asked as she walked into kitchen

Shannie asked "Did Mary the terrible walk in?" I tilted the mouthpiece away from my head so Shannie could have a better listen

"Why are you whispering? There are no secrets in our house"

"I'," I protested