I looked at the microphone. I looked at my phone, where the discografia completa now showed only one entry: a single song title, one I’d never heard before.
The front door of the restaurant swung open. No one was there—but a sombrero floated in mid-air, then settled on a hook. The smell of tequila and earth filled the room. discografia completa de vicente fernandez
And outside, the rain stopped. Because the dead were already inside. I looked at the microphone
