T. saw ghosts.

Kaatje and I, who were apparently eating too well for T.’s taste.

Julia Hilfgott, who might as well have been a ghost. 

Mendez, the lawyer.

Mrs. Fisher, keeper of all history.

Old caw caw crow ladies in the rest home.

Bharat Jhavari, owner of Green Bay-Palanpur Blue.

The Jhavari bride.

T. was thinking about his Anthropology professor, Professor Lewis, and about Jack Nicholson and Uncle Charley from a TV show called My Three Sons. He also thought about Julia Childs and Paul McCartney.