The boy’s father had slowed cautiously behind. The man on the motorcycle was staying in the lane. When the boy’s father thought it was safe he slowly passed on the left. He and his wife and the boy in the back seat looked at the man on the motorcycle as they drove past.
The boy’s father frantically waved his arm out the car window to get the man on the motorcycle to stop, accelerated quickly to give distance and then stopped the car and got out, waving his arms railroad crossing style.
They put the boy between them in the front seat and the man on the motorcycle in the back. The boy turned and stared at the face of the man with no face. The red perspiration beaded and dripped slowly.
“I’m sorry. I’m getting blood all over your car," the man kept repeating.
