for the owners to return but at the same time, all events that have ever taken place seem frozen and available, as though one could reach out and pluck a single experience from the stillness. Jim felt that melancholia now as he moved from room to room checking the lights and windows, making sure all were working and intact. The place had a stillness that seemed more appropriate for a church than a home.
“Welcome home,” he said to himself.
And at that moment, the phone in the hallway began to ring, demanding his attention.
“Hello?” said Jim, into the phone’s receiver.
“
“Who is this?”
At the other end of the phone line, the voice paused for a second before continuing. “
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