Chapter 25
“Did Ed ever tell you that he almost drowned when he was seven years old?”
“What are you doing?” Alistair asked, frantically.
Ben couldn’t fully comprehend what was happening. His brain had gone haywire.
Marjory ignored Alistair, watching Ed writhe against an invisible tide. “He was with his father at a beach in the Bronx called Orchard Park. Mr. Cumberland wasn’t paying attention, and a current carried little Edward out into the bay. His legs got so tired, so fast, and he went under.”
During Alistair and Bolden’s half-shouting, half-whispering confrontation a few moments prior, Ben’s brain had started bouncing from one thought to the next. He imagined Zev would be taller, Alistair would be shorter, what was the palace of doors, and how the hell were they in Antarctica? It
