Old Mr. Wiley
BY GREYE LA SPINA
Old Mr. Wiley and the dog came over every night … but were they real?
“He just lies here tossing and moaning until he’s so weak that he sinks into a kind of coma,” said the boy’s father huskily. “There doesn’t seem anything particular the matter with him now but weakness. Only,” he choked, “that he doesn’t care much about getting well.”