Yeah, but that thing happening. With the shooting. It was aeons ago, George says. Only twenty years before me, and here I am sitting here right now, her mother says. Ancient history, George says. That’s me, her mother says. And yet here I am. Still happening. But it isn’t, George says. Because that was then. This is now. That’s what time is. Do things just go away? her mother says. Do things that happened not exist, or stop existing, just because we can’t see them happening in front of us? They do when they’re over, George says.
