Nobody came to any consensus that afternoon. “Too many cooks,” Shelby had said.
But LaKeemba told us she felt sure a plan would come together. I trusted LaKeemba, even if I wasn’t sure I’d like the plan.
I was still uneasy about this whole idea of changing the past. Felt too much like we could lose something really good in the future, maybe actually make something really bad. So when we all gathered at the general store that night for dinner—Belinda lived upstairs and had a mighty fine kitchen in the back—I didn’t feel much like talking. I ate my chicken and dumplings, thanked Belinda for the meal, and decided to turn in early. The family who lived in the big white house with the turret had offered us all a place to stay, and I figured if I settled in early, Sharon, my roommate for the n
