ERNIE AND ERNESTINA: Searching

Book Two, Chapter 133: The Stand-in

While I was living my life in real time, I wasn’t in it.

Where was I? Who knows? A stand-in was playing me. Someone who looked like me but wasn’t me.

I allowed the stand-in to play me because I didn’t know my real lines. Didn’t know my real character. That’s why I needed the stand-in.