“You remember that night when my mother got better?”
“Indeed I do.”
“Do you still think you brought her back?”
“I do think it.”
“Do you really believe that a thought—a thought could do that?”
“Yes.”
“But it doesn’t always work. It breaks down.”
“Sometimes. That night she died I felt it wasn’t working. I was up against a wall. I couldn’t get through. But remember, before that, she was going when I brought her back.”
“Could a thought—another thought—kill?”
“It depends. Perhaps, if it was a very strong thought. A wish.”