“I promise not to think you’re crazy,” I assured him. At this point, I didn’t think anything could really surprise me. “Do you remember when Edith thought the bedroom was on fire?” he asked. “Of course. I’ll never forget it,” I told him sincerely. “Well, they aren’t really sure what happened, possibly an electrical fire, but that bedroom caught on fire one night a few months after Edith died,” he said, excited. I’m sure my face showed my shock. It took me a minute to slow my racing thoughts and respond. “Are you okay?” I asked, figuring that was the most appropriate question. “Yes, but only
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