“Joey?” I asked loudly.
“Yeah?” He was still invisible.
“Let me see your head.”
He popped his head back out of the attic, grinning like a child who had realized his mistake.
“How’s about you stay right there?”
“Sure, Mister...?”
He was prodding me, but I didn’t finish his sentence for him. The little punk could go on calling me just “mister.” I should have known better than to think he was smart enough for any funny business anyway.
The asbestos peeled away from the garret walls, and a single boarded-up window faced Ganesh. I could see the city in the spaces between the boards, and it seemed almost peaceable from up there. Someone lived in the garret, or maybe had and didn’t anymore. There were cracker crumbs and cheese curds scattered around the floor that the mice had only recentl
