“He’s great at parties. Hey, you think he’ll want to come to William’s birthday party next week?” This conversation might have seemed strange to some, but I was used to Anthony speaking as if the dead were still here. He was haunted by lives long gone. I learned months ago that it was easier to go along with it. “We can send him an invite. Does this grave have a mailing address?” I replied. He shrugged. “I think I have it in my address book.”
