A half hour later, Mara stood at the stove, tapping her finger on the counter, impatiently staring at the teakettle. Diana, who was sitting at the table, pushed out a chair from under the table with a foot. “For heaven sakes, have a seat. The kettle will let you know when it’s ready. What are you so worked up about?”
Mara sat down and scooted up to the table. “Can you believe that I not only sent that poor little girl back in time but I did it without telling her parents? I practically kidnapped her. What in the world could I have been thinking?”
“From what I heard, it sounds like you might have actually sent her forward in time, not backward,” Diana said. “She just went forward so far, that she looped back around.”
“Is that even possible?”
Diana lifted a shoulder. “I’ve heard the conc
