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Elisabeth stopped. “That’s it, then,” she said. She felt a sharp pang of disappointment. So all the angst-ridden self-torment was for nothing. She would not be leaving her life here in the twentieth century. She’d be able to take care of Mum. She could keep her library job. She could turn in that paper tomorrow. Everything was as usual.
On the street in front of the house she could see dark shapes. Parked cars. She wondered what Charlie would think of automobiles.
Well, she’d have to take the lead, since this was her century.
“You’ll be all right with me,” she said, walking past him and up the front stairs. “Mum won’t have come downstairs. Come into the house out of the cold so we can figure this thing out.”
“You said you were going to be late for something,” Charlie said, following
