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What kind of monsters Id ask, wideeyed. It became a sort of routine. Awful hunchedover ones with rotting skin and black eyes, hed say. And they walked like this! And hed shamble after me like an oldtime movie monster until I ran away laughing. Every time he described them hed toss in some lurid new detail: they stank like putrefying trash; they were invisible except for their shadows; a pack of squirming tentacles lurked inside their mouths and could whip out in an instant and pull you into their powerful jaws. It wasnt long before I had trouble falling asleep, my hyperactive imagination transforming the hiss of tires on wet pavement into labored breathing just outside my window or shadows under the door into twisting grayblack tentacles. I was scared of the monsters but thrilled to imagine my grandfather battling them and surviving to tell the tale.

More fantastic still were his stories about life in the Welsh s home. It was an enchanted place, he said, designed to keep safe from the monsters, on an island where the sun shined every day and nobody ever got sick or died. Everyone lived together in a big house that was protected by a wise old birdor so the story went. As I got older, though, I began to have doubts. What kind of bird I asked him one afternoon at age seven, eyeing him skeptically across the card table where he was letting me win at Monopoly.

A big hawk who smoked a pipe, he said. You must think Im pretty dumb, Grandpa. He thumbed through his dwindling stack of orange and blue money. I would never think that about you, Yakob. I knew Id offended him because the Polish accent he could never quite shake had come out of hiding, so that would became vood and think became sink. Feeling guilty, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. But why did the monsters want to hurt you I asked. Because we werent like other people. We were peculiar. Peculiar how Oh, all sorts of ways, he said. There was a who could fly, a who had bees living inside him, a brother and sister who could lift boulders over their heads. It was hard to tell if he was being serious. Then again, my grandfather was not known as a teller of jokes. He frowned, reading the doubt on my face. Fine, you dont have to take my word for it, he said. I got pictures! He pushed back his lawn chair and went into the house, leaving me alone on the screenedin lanai. A minute later he came back holding an old cigar box. I leaned in to look as he drew out four wrinkled and yellowing snapshots. The first was a blurry picture of what looked like a suit of clothes with no person in them. Either that or the person didnt have a head. Sure, hes got a head! my grandfather said, grinning. Only you cant see it. Why not Is he invisible

Hey, look at the brain on this one! He raised his eyebrows as if Id surprised him with my powers of deduction. Millard, his name was. Funny kid. Sometimes hed say, ???Hey Abe, I know what you did today, and hed tell you where youd been, what you had to eat, if you picked your nose when you thought nobody was looking. Sometimes hed follow you, quiet as a mouse, with no clothes on so you couldnt see himjust watching! He shook his head. Of all the things, eh

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