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“Oh, my God,” Beth said. “Do you really think it’s her?”
“Who else could it be?”
Beth clutched her arms. “That gives me chills. Are you going to tell them?”
“No! I don’t think so. Do you think I should?”
“You can’t,” Beth said. “You’ll freak them out.”
“But Dr. and Mrs. Mayer know all about this stuff. Don’t you think they’ll be happy?”
“Would you?” Beth asked. “If I came to you and said, ‘Hey, by the way, I already met your new daughter and wow, is she super tall’?”
We both sat there and thought about it for a minute. I cracked open another bar of chocolate.
“I think I have to tell them.”
“What if you’re wrong?” Beth asked. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence—”
“There are no coincidences. Mrs. Mayer says so.”
Beth shook her head. “I think you’re tampering with the future. Don’t
