Sonny is one of my closest friends. He’s also the most dangerous. Not only is he forever thinking up stuff that could get one or both of us hurt, but he also keeps tabs on what we owe each other.
Last week, Sonny called and informed me that I was to be a judge of a scarecrow contest in Mapleton. I also was required to think up a ghost story to tell kids around a campfire. This wasn’t a request.