"Wow," said Sarah. "That was your childhood."
Donald looked at her. "Could you shut off the TV?"
"Sure. So you and Wilbur used to shoot off rockets in the backyard?"
"I don't remember Wilbur. I remember the rockets. The engines looked kind of like rolls of coins."
"Do you remember the girl with the braces?"
He laughed. "I didn't know what she was doing. That hurt like Hell. And Mom tried putting a Band-Aid on my lip. My sister took --"
"My sister took it off. I couldn't sleep. She just took it off. God, I have only this vague idea of who she is. I feel like I'm robbing her of her existence. After all, she lives in memories. I can't remember."
"Your poor sister," said Sarah. She felt sad, but she wasn't sure for whom, and she didn't know whom to blame. "Isn't she in Heaven?"
"She's with God. Heaven's a place people made up who can't see that God is here right now."
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