It seems I’ve got supernatural powers. Well, not across the board. I do have my limitations. But I seem to be able to conjure people. People who magically appear (or re-appear) into my life after long absences. It’s nothing new, actually. I’ve done it for years — never intentionally, mind you. It just happens.
Last month it happened twice, within days of each other. Which is extraordinary in and of itself, don’t you think?
The first time freaked me out I don’t mind telling you. I’m still talking to myself. There’s a gal I’ve known most of my life — by which I mean, we first met when I was about eight or nine years old. That’s most of your life, right?
She, her three siblings and their parents, lived a block away from where I lived, in Montreal, with Continue reading