“Open your
eyes,” said a grown-up voice.
Everyone froze
at the sound. Whose voice was that? One
by one each kid opened only one eye.
Then suddenly all eyes were open, peering through the
Straws-and-Connectors construction.
One by one,
mouths fell open. This didn’t look like
Grandma’s library!
Leyton, the
irrepressible, never quiet and shy Leyton, whispered very quietly, “Will, who
is that lady?”
With a
stunned look on his face, Will whispered back, “I don’t know, Leyton, but I
don’t think we’re in Greenbush anymore.”
“We were
traveling in time, not space,” whispered Garrett. “We should still be in Greenbush, just in a
different time.” Being closest to the
exit, he crawled out of the straws-and-connectors structure, and tugged on his
pockets as though looking in them for some courage. He must have found some. He looked at the
lady and rattled off questions, “Who are you?
Are we in Greenbush? Is it still
2011?”
The rest of
the kids tumbled out as the woman watched, and Grant wondered if they looked as
ridiculous as a bunch of circus clowns tumbling from an under-sized car. Like Will, she had a rather stunned look on
her face, so maybe she was more surprised than amused.
The woman
didn’t look unfriendly, though, just a little disbelieving. “Aren’t you children a mite young to be
time-travelers?” When no one had the
courage to answer that strange question, she went on. “I’m the Widow Malarkey. No, this isn’t in Greenbush, but it’s near
the town. Are you from Greenbush? And why did you ask about 2011? Are you
traveling from that year? Did you have
trouble? No one travels such short time
periods. It’s dangerous. Now, I’ve
answered your questions, and it’s time for you to answer mine.”
With some
trepidation, Grant stepped forward and said, “Yeah, we’re from 2011. I guess you could say we had a spot of
trouble, since we were just playing and didn’t expect to move through time in a
toy construction.”
“Nah uh!”
blurted Leyton. “I was driving, and I knew we’d go to a time when Grandma was a
kid.” Then he pulled his mouth to one
side and asked the woman, “Are we in a time when Grandma was a kid?”
Grant rolled
his eyes, “But Leyton, but we were going in our imaginations, not really going
through time.”
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