Grandpa Eusebio was suffering from an annoying cough. It wasn’t the type of ailment that would send him to his grave. But when Death makes an appearance, he panics. He wasn’t going to be taken, not without a fight.
So he waits. Setting traps in the house, setting off the fuse in the whole block. Nobody’s amused.
After this prolonged game of cat and mouse with Death, he’s finally sent off to a home for the elderly. He had to be safe, finally.
He had stopped tempting fate, but Death was finally here. He knew its face.
The familiar hooded figure had become a friend.
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