5
“Hmm. I gained more weight than I thought.”
I twisted around and gaped at the figure behind me. Standing there decked in the clothes of my grandfather was a young man on the good side of forty. His short sandy hair glistened in the bright sunlight and his handsome features still held the bloom of youth. He held up the waist of his pants as they tried to slip down to his ankles. The wooden box was still tucked under his arm.
I struggled to climb to my shaking legs and looked him up and down. “G. . .Grandpa?” I stuttered.
He looked up and sheepishly smiled at me. “In the flesh, pumpkin. The young flesh, that is.”
I pointed a shaking finger at him. “B-but how? Who? Where?”
“Time differences with a touch of magic, me, and the Shifting World, as I told you before,” he answere
