Chapter 21Ashley
CHRISTMAS MORNING
I was snoozing on the couch when Natalie opened the door. A book lay on the floor, a napkin acting as bookmark. The title, written in orange on a photo of the Milky Way, announced quantum physics as the subject. As she retreated to the kitchen, I said, “Merry Christmas. What time is it?”
“Six thirtyish. I'll make breakfast. Learn anything?”
I told her that I had thumbed through and read a few parts. The author had hypothesized a minimum of twelve connecting dimensions, complete with calculations, scientific discussion, and social proofs. He had included déjà vu, the Bermuda Triangle, and pyramids built around the world. “It sounds like nonsense, except for the reality. Some of what I read has to do with energy displacement. I need to read from the beg
