The old man took hold of Clarence’s chin, turning it right then left and peering down with a thoughtful hum.
“No bites,” he said. “That’s good. Now,” he sat back with a groan. “What were you doing?”
“I,” Clarence tried to think. “Couldn’t sleep. Went for a walk, told myself I was just poking my head out, but then I started wandering. I think, I don’t know where I was, somewhere I’ve been. I let my feet take me.” He paused, thinking over that scene. “He was there!”
“Yes,” the old man said nodding. “I wondered if you would remember.”
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