The Savant

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“Seven minutes, Mommy’s dying.” Jason repeated. Trisha shut the burner. “Honey, relax! You’ve named the Presidents thrice.”

Jason pulled in a hose and sprayed her.

In another universe, Trisha was ablaze. The burner was on.

“Washington, Adams,…”

It rained from the roof, his first miracle in his childhood years.