Chapter 3
Sarah sat on the sofa in the great room reading James’ latest letter. There were so many similarities between then and now, but what did it mean? History had a habit of repeating itself, she knew. Again, she wondered if James was trying to tell her something not obvious in his words. Nothing had been censored in this letter, and Sarah wondered why. The information about the after-effects of the bombing of Pearl Harbor was well known, she supposed, available in most American history textbooks, so there was no point in blacking it out. They already knew James was more than three hundred years old, so there was no reason to hide that. She watched Grace bang some wooden blocks on the floor, then turned on the television hoping for another glimpse of her husband, maybe a different sc
