Someone stabbed you in the neck, girl " My eyes widen and I slowly turn towards the elderly gentleman standing next to me. My hand instinctively goes up to my neck and touches the dime-sized mark just below my ear.
I smile but can't tell if I should be scared or amused. Although his opening conversation is a bit morbid, he can't be that dangerous. His stooped posture and shaky attitude say he is not a day younger than 80 years old. He takes a few...