(See Reincarnated for other posts in the series.)
A precocious eight-year-old took the first leap of faith. Dissected
and haphazardly reconstructed with interwoven threads of myriad anecdotes, research
might reveal the true narrative, but it wouldn’t compete with the titillating
tall tale.
It begins in a Connecticut town on a blistering August day. Eleven-year-old
Olivia and her best friend, Charlotte, were sunning themselves on the patio. Olivia
whispered, ‘Do you remember anything from before?’
‘Mostly just shadows, feelings.’
‘I remember.’ Olivia spoke earnestly. ‘I died young, had two
boys; I can see their faces. But my “parents” forbid me to talk about it.’
Olivia’s mother walked in on queue. ‘Hi Charlotte,’ she said
as she eyed her daughter knowingly.
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