Padmes Return

Something happened in the lab the other night. I’m not certain what but it was something.

I powered up the device, and there she…I…the other I…was. It was a possibility I hadn’t

considered. By opening a door into a parallel universe, I opened the door to myself in

that same universe.

Some clarification first. My name is Samuel Worth, I am a thirty-four-year-old physicist

that likes doing stupid experiments in my garage. I go by Sam. Her name is Samantha

Worth, a thirty-four-year-old physicist that likes doing stupid experiments in her

garage…she goes by Sam.

One difference at our conception,...

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.

There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating....