My name is Pneumonia White. After some lonely years in the north, me and Aloysius just landed @ JFK.
As I descend the damp stairs into the thick New Jersey night, four big black birds passes by just over us. Wings dark as italian velvet glistening in the airstrip floodlight. I turn on my phone. 3 new messages. All of them from grannys attorney.
I inhale the cool air. Something is about to happen.