“I don’t sell, I fish for mom’s catering business. It’s a family thing,” I said.“Well I guess you don’t need a license for that,” Sylv...a said.“I have no idea to tell the truth,” I admitted. “If you want you can ride along and ask her, if she knows.”“I’d rather talk to you alone,” Sylvia suggested.“Come on Sylvia, I never met the man before,” I suggested.“Oh I believe you, but he did threaten your sister,” Sylvia suggested.“But he shot himself,” I said. “I had nothing to do with that.”“I don’t. I was also getting hungry. How was I supposed to eat with no teeth?Doors opened and closed. Mommy stopped and did something with the top ofher dress. Then, before I knew it, something soft was between my lips anda squirt of heavenly liquid entered my mouth and passed down my throat tofill up the emptiness inside. The warm goodness was irresistible and Isucked vigorously."There," I heard Mommy's voice say, "that's better."As I filled up, I was helpless to prevent my frustration from slippingaway. Heavy curtains hung across the stage, the glowing footlights throwing deep shadows up along the regular folds that ran from stage to ceiling. As he felt his way forward down the incline of the aisle, unintelligible whispers broke the silence behind him, fragments of conversation dissolving so quickly that no more than a single word survived. Each time he turned to look back into the darkness, hoping, or hoping not to find the ghostly presence that spoke to him, row after row of empty seats. There were pictures of friends thumb-tacked to the ceiling and writing on almost every surface that looked like it had been done with a set of paint pens. It seemed like mostly inane stuff to him, probably inside jokes and movie references. He did catch a name though, it would have been hard to miss the giant pink scrawl ?We will miss you Kali?. The car was covered in bumper stickers whose subjects varied from anti-government political statements, crude jokes, metal bands to warning fellow.