I returned to the Cursèd Place to find Gorey preening himself on the front porch with his chest puffed up like he was prepared to leap a tall building in a single bound. Everyone was smoking cigars.
“What’s goin’ on?” I asked.
“Gorey knocked up his wife,” Jojo said.
“I’m gonna be a dad!” Gorey was grinning so hard his eyes were watering. He brushed away the tears before I could see him cry as Tombstone slapped him on the back and ruffled up his topknot until the tufts of hair stood on end in every direction. Kilroy handed me a cigar.
“No s**t? When?”
“May sometime—maybe June,” Gorey pulled a black-and-white sonogram print out of his pocket and proffered it to me, shyly. “Ma says her cards say it’s gonna be a boy…I’m gonna have a son—” His voice quavered on the verge of breaking over
