The Multiverse and You

Salvatore Pane


Paul Lovelace and his brother were summoned back to Noble by their beloved grandmother, a woman they fondly referred to as Pookie Pookie or occasionally Pookie Squared. They arrived after a five-hour drive from Kansas City. There she was, Pookie Pookie, ninety-seven and shrinking, her hunched body framed in the doorway. She wore a yellow cardigan with three out-of-date Libertarian pins over her sagging breasts. Her teeth were smeared candy apple red with lipstick…


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