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“So,” Sherman said, stepping into the kitchen. The kids and their parents were distracted in the other room, laughing over some board game with Ford. There wouldn’t be a better chance than this. “What really happened?”
Stan jumped and whirled around to face his brother. “I didn’t do it, I swear!” he said.
“I–” Sherman stopped and squinted at Stan. “I meant with your brother, unless you did something I should be worried about.”
“Um. No.” Stan looked around shiftily. “Not recently.”
Sherman decided not to ask. “Look,” he said instead, “I appreciate you sparing the kids’ feelings, but you can tell me the truth.”
“I’m not following,” Stan said.
“About why you switched places? Come on, you can’t honestly think I believed that sci-fi bullcrap you fed the kids.”
Stan gave Sherman a confused look, which Sherman was slightly offended by. Had he really expected him to buy that nonsense? “That was the truth,” Stan said.
“We can go upstairs if you’re worried about the kids overhearing. I’m your brother, you can tell me.” He tried not to let frustration tinge his voice. This man had lied to him for thirty years, and even in coming clean wouldn’t stop?
“I did tell you. Secret agents, portals, it was all real.”
“Stan…”
“What? What’s the unbelievable part, that Stanley could fix a portal?”
“No, the part where you had a hole to another dimension in your basement!”