Boxy hobbled closer with his cane and offered me his arm. "Looking for someone in particular?"
As I took his arm, I opened my mouth then snapped it shut again. I'd almost blurted I was looking for a murderer, but Boxy didn't need to know that. "Not looking, just thinking. I want to be buried in a pyramid. I'd like everyone to bring a piñata to my funeral. My funeral should be a party. Something unexpected."
"Like you." He nodded. "Well, I won't be there for that, but I do like the idea."
I bumped his shoulder with mine. "Don't say that. Ninjas don't die."
He smiled. "If you say so. Piñatas and a pyramid it is."