They grew up together; they had known each other since kindergarten. Each school break, they played soccer together like a religion. They held on to each other in good and bad times, like Siamese twins. They passed by her deserted morbid house like estranged cousins. She seemed to care about anything but her seemingly boring and mundane existence. Until one unseemly Halloween night when one of the boys died, he was buried and after a few days, he showed up in the old lady's house, alive. Then the boys disappeared together with the "Wolverine old lady," as she came to be known, and nobody knew what happened.