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He looked through the cabinet at Zeke. “Do you still want to go to the Yunkees’ training camp, son?”
    â€œI sure do!” said Zeke.
    â€œThen let me pull you through,” said Zeke’s dad.
    So Zeke crawled back into his own universe. I crawled back into mine.
    â€œI’m sorry, Zack,” said Zeke. “I was a real jerk.”
    â€œYou were,” I said. “But I forgive you.”
    Cab horns were now honking on both sides of the cabinet.
    â€œWell, so long, guys,” I said.
    â€œSee you again sometime,” said Zeke.
    â€œMaybe at the next Opening Day,” I said.
    â€œOK,” said Zeke.
    He fished something out of his pocket. He handed it to me through the cabinet. It was my retainer!
    â€œYou swiped my retainer?” I said.
    He nodded sheepishly.
    â€œBut I couldn’t keep it,” he said.
    â€œBecause you knew it was wrong.”
    â€œYeah,” he said. “Also, it didn’t fit.”
    Then all of a sudden, the grandfather clock in our hallway started chiming.
    It was 8:00.
    We waved good-bye to each other. Then, instead of facing Zeke and his dad, I was looking at shelves with toothpaste and deodorant. I pushed hard against the back wall of the medicine cabinet. I visualized like crazy. But nothing happened.
    So that’s how I discovered the parallel universe. And every time I open my medicine cabinet, I think of Zeke and his dad. I kind of miss them. It’s funny to think that they’re so close, and yet so far away.
    The next time I see Zeke, I could have a son of my own. Weird! I wonder what he’ll be like. Hey, wouldn’t it be cool if he’s just like me? In every way except one: I hope he doesn’t ever need to wear a retainer!

What else happens to Zack? Find out in A Ghest Narred Wanda
    That’s when we heard a very loud noise. A big bag of peanut M&Ms that was on a shelf just kind of exploded. All the M&Ms flew upward. They hit the ceiling, and stuck there. The way they stuck spelled out a message. It said:
    OK OK HERE I AM WHAT NOW
    â€œOh, my gosh,” I said softly.
    â€œOh, my gosh,” said my dad.
    I couldn’t believe it-I had made contact with an actual evil spirit, with an actual spirit of a dead person.
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