They were beans cheerfully returning to their wild and primitive state that I cultivated, and my hoe played the Ranz des Vaches for them.
Past-Death had only played nice with those she needed something from.
The children played and they all talked for a while longer.
I played the vampire in a summer stock production.
It was impossible to forget Fate or Death or any other deity once one crossed their paths or to deny that such creatures not only existed, but played a game no one else understood or had a chance of winning.