I'd better hunt the wolf, he said as we track through fading dusk.

I'd better hunt the wolf, she said, as we trek through fading dusk. But why go hunt the wolf we ask?

Because the wolf is hunting us.

The wolf is hunting us.

Spooted season of the wolf, stay tuned. You're going to be here. It has been a season. My beloved Auntie passed away. I've known her longer than I've known myself. She called me Aunt Tees Dog. Tees Dog. Tees dog.

Tees dog so smart. Tees dog, did you send me those flowers? Or you should have seen T.S. D'O'S, and then a show?"

So my cousins asked me to lead the service.

Teed-Dall couldn't say no.

I had to fly out, so I just asked him to give me a program

so I know what to do.

But I landed in Detroit and check my phone though, no program.

I'm in a car, drive to the church, no program.

I walk inside the church into a crush of hugs and kisses from people I haven't seen in lifetimes.

We laugh, cry, touch, remember, until the pastor comes.

Kindly, interrupts our reunion,

ask if the family would please take their seats near the front.

What, we're about to stop? I haven't got any program. I take stock the church

it's fulled up. Somebody starts playing the organ.

I'm looking around frantic.

Pastor nods at me, says, we're ready to begin.

No, no, no, no, no.

No.

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