NOTHING I HAD said required lots of thought. I could see every step. After so many trips through, what we needed was like riding the proverbial bicycle. “It"s just past eight-thirty. Mr. President, if you can get me planes, I"ll have the portal ready.”
NOTHING I HAD“Okay. Jane, I"ll keep you informed. I have your number.”
I asked if one of the agents could stay. I wanted to be sure we had the hands we needed to set up everything in the school.
“Jon Charles, nice to meet you,” the agent said, as the president ran to the Suburban.
“Ash, get the stuff from the basement. I need to get dressed.” A strange memory struck me. Quiet had returned and left. I"d been here before. The portal resumed its role in our lives. I looked in the mirror in my bedroom, and an older model of the skinny kid fr
