“Now that you’ve lived through the days before me, tell me, what can I expect?” Peter asked Selma.
“More of the same,” she answered.
Ever since Peter’s sister passed away last December he’d become obsessed with other people’s death dates and times across state lines and continents. He seemed endlessly fascinated by the idea that we could live and die in someone else’s past or future while being in the present.
On his sister’s tombstone he’d convinced his parents to engrave three different birth and death dates, along with time and zone identifiers. He felt to be onto something and because Selma was his best friend she knew better than to encourage him.
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