“ do they ever talk back ? ” not mocking , no . he’s found himself doing the same thing many times , mostly wondering what could lay beyond the rotting dirt . “ i draw what i think they looked like . the people buried here . ” a child that had perished in 1893 , ( + )
“ oh, i'm special then? ” a joke, smile peeking through. “ wax rubbings of the headstones. sometimes i talk to the graves. ” a beat. “ what do you draw? ”