“Okay. One time, he told me, Time’s got grooves in it. A moment is a needle and time can skip like a record. I mean, listen, he was kinda nuts. He said things like, Time is like the ground, and when something big happens, it’s an earthquake, and when it’s little, it’s ripples, like those rows on a farm.” “Furrows.” She nods faster and the plane spasms and she laces her fingers in mine, tight. Everything grows warm and wide and round, a bubble around us.
