I tossed and turned for most of the night. Finding out about Bill seemed to make things worse. Two years he had been stuck in the past. I hadn't considered that I would have to relive my life. Could I live with my mom until I graduated and went off to college? I didn't think so—not unless I could get her to believe that I wasn't her sixteen-year-old daughter but a woman who was even older than she was now.
Saturday was bright and sunny and I got dressed in shorts a T-shirt that had DYNO-MITE written across the front with an image of a grinning Jimmy "J. J." Walker from the television show Good Times. I pulled on my Chucks, wondering why I didn't have any shoes that felt this comfortable, as if they had been made just for my feet. Then I made myself a bowl of cereal and waited for my moth
