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two crimestories

for them to think what they wanted about me. It could get complicated with my students if there was a rumor that I had become a little eccentric. But my primary worries were actually tied to Sam. How could you explain to a physicist an invisible sprite in human form? Was Flann actually a sprite? And damn it, what exactly was a sprite?? I avoided Sam over the next few days. I drove to Edinburgh to have a neurologist thoroughly check me out. I talked to a psychiatrist, and then to another psychiatrist. I visited a priest, a shaman, and a fortune teller. I did everything I could to figure out why I had recently started seeing someone who wasn’t

actually there. And how I could get rid of him. “Describe him in as much detail as possible,” the experts instructed.” I described Flann from his crumpled hat to the heavy eyebrows in his squarish face to his old- fashioned suit to his well- worn shoes. I showed them his exact height - he was actually pretty short. I mimicked his accent, and they asked if I had ever known anyone like this. Perhaps this could be a projection of my father or grandfather. The clothing was strongly reminiscent of the sixties, if not the fifties. We never found an explanation, though a brain tumor and an array of neurological illnesses were finally ruled out. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be relieved about this. Despite the fact

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