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He dressed as Frankenstein’s monster to amuse the grandkids and, truth be told, irritate his wife just the slightest bit. Besides, who knows if there’ll be another October’s end, deep as he’s wandered into the inescapable woods of his personal winter? Unlike the anodes and crisp, jet hairline, the creases set deep in his gravemould-colored face and hands aren’t the work of careful makeup. And the awkward, half-limping gait? Something he’s walked with so long it’s all but forgotten. Sometimes, when somebody calls it to his attention, he’s startled and bemused, working to remember when this happened.