Chapter 24
It was indeed another warm, sunny day in 1927. I looked up at the empty house for a moment, still curious whether it would ever be possible to bump into Miss Zenobia in the past. But now wasn't the time to test that theory. I followed the stepping stones around the side of the house to the front walk and set off for the Thomas house at a brisk pace.
I kept my head down, but I still caught people noticing the shoes on my feet, the star logos prominent on the ankles in an age where no one wore that sort of thing. A few shot me an odd look, but no one said a word.
When I got to the Thomas house and ran up the steps to knock on the door, I realized that wouldn't be necessary. The door was standing halfway open, creaking back and forth gently in the breeze. All of the curtains wer
