Logan

A moment later, Seven and I walked up the steps of the neighbor’s house and knocked.

“Coming!” the voice of an elderly man came from inside the house, along with the slow, methodical tapping of a cane. “Who is it?”

“Mr. Thompson, it’s Seven, your neighbor from across the street.” He glanced over at me and shrugged.

“Boy, why your parents didn’t give you a suitable name, I have no idea.” When the door opened, an elderly man with ...