Almost Like Being in Love

by Sariah Wilson

My mom would have been pleased that I was remembering to be polite in the middle of my bizarre, shared fever dream.

I’d watched enough movies to know that people didn’t ask about heads of state or years unless you were involved in something inexplicable and possibly time travel-y.

“To be quite honest, neither do we. I can share what we do know. It starts with my great-great-grandparents, if you’d like to hear the tale.” I wanted to know what was going on and I was happy to have an excuse to stare at Duncan without being rude, so I said, “I’d love to.”