Things Slip Through
“Wait. Could all these ‘alternate stories’ be happening at once? So if I went inside Bassler House, right now . . . ”
“ . . . another version of you would be there, in a different room, experiencing a different scenario?” He spreads his hands in a surprisingly pleading gesture. “I really couldn’t say.”
“What about you? Do you remember different stories about what happened in Bassler House?”
He shakes his head. “No. I remember just one story, maybe because it was about me, and because I write the stories, I can only see and write one story about myself. But I sometimes wonder if that’s why Father Ward and Fitzy remember different things about that day, because maybe . . . in some other realit
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