EIGHT
The team grudgingly awoke to eat and get ready for their early meeting with the general. Isabella continued chattering on about the clothing the general wore and how his British dialect sounded like it came from the eighteen hundreds.
“Isabella would you please stop going on about the general being from the nineteenth century. It’s ridiculous, and so is this meeting we’re having with him. I mean come on, since when did we get involved with vampires?” Gale took the last bite of her rye toast and washed it down with coffee.
“I’m just saying that it’s pretty crazy that his name is exactly like the one in the story.”
Jim asked, “So do you think he’s a time traveler?”
Isabella excitedly jumped off the stool and walked over toward Jim. “Yes, that’s what I was thinking.” She saw everyo
