Did he show himself?"¯ Nash asked, and I glanced to my right to see him staring at my father, as fascinated as I was. My dad nodded. "He was an arrogant little demon."¯ "So what happened?"¯ I asked. "I punched him."¯ For a moment, we stared at him in silence. "You punched the reaper?"¯ I asked, and my hand fell from the strainer onto the edge of the sink. "Yeah."¯ He chuckled at the memory, and his grin brought out one of my own. I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen my father smile. "Broke his nose.

Did he show himself?