Mara stepped out of the passenger side of Ping’s Camry into Sarah Gamble’s driveway that sloped down to a two-car garage. Jeremy, her grandson, sat on the front door landing of the well-maintained ranch home, playing the same video game device he had had on the plane. Mara wondered if the boy had his own device or had somehow obtained the one that belonged to the Jeremy from this realm. This stuff messed with her head. Thank goodness there weren’t any slugs in sight.
“Hi, Jeremy. Do you remember me from the flight to San Francisco a couple weeks ago? My name is Mara. I fixed your game on the plane?”
He did not look up from the game screen. “No. I don’t think we’ve met.”
“This is my friend, Mr. Ping.”
“Hi.”
“Is your grandmother around?”
“She’s in the garage, putting up food for the wi
