And she just kept dipping her fingers into paint and dreaming about kites and the eyelashes on dolls, because she didn't know what any of those words meant.
A year later, he came back, and she washed the sidewalk so he couldn't see that she was drawing their secret in light blue and petal pink chalk.
"Those are nice pictures, baby," her daddy would tell her, but she hated it, because he always sounded sick, and he would rub her back with those big, rough hands until the neighbor's blinds twitched like the nervous wings of a bird.
Aleksander finally made her daddy stop, because he sat on his porch all day with a scratchy blanket in his lap, saying prayers beside a full ashtray.
"Why does he do that?" she asked him in July. "I don't like it when he does that."
He patted her
As Justin came home, he immediately grabbed some binoculars and headed upstairs. It was 4:00, so it was time to watch his neighbor, Brenda, do her daily yoga. It amazed Justin how Brenda could strike all of those poses so easily. It amazed him even more that he never got caught stating. As he was looking out of the window, though, Justin couldn't help but to sigh. As much as he idolizes Brenda, he can never come near her, even less touch her. He just wanted her so badly...
When Brenda finished her routine, Justin grudgingly went downstairs to put away his binoculars; however, on the first step he tripped, causing him to tumble down the stairway, until he hit his head on the bottom. When Justin finally came to, he realized that he was standing over his body. "Oh my, did I...die?" he moaned. Even though he was very distraught at being dead, Justin realized that, seeing as how he was a ghost, he must