A squawk from somewhere above me interrupted my wandering. I tilted my head back, expecting to see a crow. Instead, high in the clear white sky, a vulture was circling above a lone palm tree several yards away at the dike junction. I thought of Pok and how he had said that vultures could smell death long before it happened. I thought of Radana and the vultures that circled Pok and Mae’s crisscrossed palms. I wondered who this vulture was coming for now. Me?
