"Treat me calmly, oh papa, oh world." -Kristin Prevallet, from Perturbation, My Sister

Prowler

Uncle Pete would walk around and tell us about the thing that was above him at all times. We all thought he was senile, or something like that. He would say There’s something right above me, I know it, but don’t look at it, whatever you do. We never did look at it. We respected Uncle Pete that way. He was the type of man who would give you a nickel for an honest day’s work. He was the type of man who would buy you desert after a meal, even if you didn’t ask. It could have been a god, or a dragon, or a thunderstorm, or a ghost, or anything, really. It didn’t matter. Uncle Pete died with that thing above his head, the thing that nobody knew.