The Dead Man Texted Me After The Will Reading

still leaning against the pickup. He had a folder under one arm and a gas station coffee in his hand.

“You look like him,” he said.

“People keep saying that.”

“He was a pain in the ass.”

“People say that too.”

Manny handed me the folder.

On top was a copy of Grandpa’s last invoice to him, marked paid in full.

Under the signature line, Grandpa had written continue reading …