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                    Life and Death and the Quantum Wave Function











                With Hugo, it wasn’t a librar y.

                   ‘It’s   a   video   store,’   he   said,   leaning   against   the   cheap-looking   cupboard
                where  the  coffee  was  kept.  ‘It  looks  exactly  like  a  video  store  I  used  to  go  to
                in  the  outskirts  of  Lyon  –  Video  Lumière  –  where  I  grew  up.  e  Lumière
                brothers    are   heroes   in   Lyon   and   there’s   a   lot   of   things   named   aer   them.
                ey  invented  cinema  there.  Anyway,  that  is  beside  the  point:  the  point  is

                that  ever y  life  I  choose  is  an  old  VHS  that  I  play  right  in  the  store,  and  the
                moment      it   starts   –   the   moment   the   movie   starts   –   is   the   moment   I
                disappear.’

                   Nora suppressed a giggle.
                   ‘What’s so funny?’ Hugo wondered, a little hurt.
                   ‘Nothing. Nothing at all. It just seemed mildly amusing. A video store.’
                   ‘Oh? And a librar y, that is entirely sensible? ’
                   ‘More  sensible,  yes.  I  mean,  at  least  you  can  still  use  books.  Who  plays

                videos these days?’
                   ‘Interesting.   I   had   no   idea   there   was   such   a   thing   as   bet ween-life
                snobber y. You are an education.’

                   ‘Sorr y,   Hugo.   Okay,   I   will   ask   a   sensible   question.   Is   there   anyone   else
                there? A person who helps you choose each life? ’
                   He  nodded.  ‘Oh  yeah.  It’s  my  Uncle  Philippe.  He  died  years  ago.  And  he
                never even worked in a video store. It’s so illogical.’
                   Nora told him about Mrs Elm.

                   ‘A school librarian?’ mocked Hugo. ‘ at’s pretty funny too.’
                   Nora    ignored    him.   ‘Do    you   reckon    they’re   ghosts?   Guiding     spirits?
                Guardian angels? What are they?’
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