The last time I saw Gregg V. alive I had a strange feeling. Not that I’m prescient or anything like that. It’s just that there was something different about him. He wouldn’t exactly look me in the eyes. He stood at the side of my desk with his head hung down – almost like he was ashamed to talk to me.
“If it’s all the same to you,” he said, I’d like to wait til the first of next month to pay you that hundred I owe you. I’m a little short this month.
Since I had several hundred in my pocket, I agreed. Besides, he always repaid me in the past.
The next thing I heard was that he’d been found dead in bed after no one had seen him for a few days.
He was a former TLC manager who had managed the Mac House for a time.
Rest in Peace, Gregg.
