FORTY SEVEN
SUPERNATURAL D'ANDRE Walker figured out which direction was which, and he flew alone back up to New York City. Over the Bronx, he navigated his way above the street grid to Queens borough. Eventually, he settled on his Grandpops' house, and he descended back to earth.
It was early morning, a crisp hazy workday in the big city. Grandpops' old beat up Ford was running in the driveway. Then Grandpop slammed his front door shut and locked it on his way to work.
D'Andre hid himself behind a parked car on the street. With a devilish smile he watched Grandpops. When the old man climbed into his driver's seat, D'Andre flew over low and lifted up the front of the vehicle, where the engine was, high up over his head.
“What the hell!” Grandpops yelled all over the street. “Oh my! W
