CHAPTER FIFTEEN
June 22, 1937 ~ Dr. Steven’s Journal ~ The Pool. I’d heard of people seeing their lives pass before them like cinema as they drowned. I’d rather have Les Misérables play in my mind than my past. Back up for air. Overall Man was still there. Still saluting.
Under water. Beautiful water. Instead of reflecting light, it seemed to be light somehow. Not like a flashlight beam, but it radiated light, like a warm brick gives off heat. I adjusted my goggles—there seemed to be shadows of fish? Too big.
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Present Day ~ Clarence buttoned his suit jacket around his Led Zeppelin T-shirt.
Well, it wasn’t his suit jacket. He’d borrowed the jacket from Harold. It was a little snug. He tapped the American flag pin to make sure it was upright.
He leaned against Michael’s truck. “Nice s
