“ Twelve’s not that far off from eight. ”
Booker shrugs. He’s not the greatest with kids,
much less trying to interact with them. At least
the girl’s clever enough that he doesn’t need to
water down his explanations, though he’s the
furthest thing from an expert on the matter she’s
interested in. He can hardly believe it himself,
much less make it sound any less ridiculous
than what it is. A window to another universe that
is and is not the same as the one she calls home
is close to the stuff of fairy tales and fiction.“ New York. They got that here too? ”
;⚜—ℒ⊱
“ Four years is quite a dis-
tinction between a woman
and a child around here. “
Rosalind glances at the clock in the parlor, grimacing
as it merrily announces the arrival of midnight. She’s
up far too late considering she has lessons tomorrow,
but the arrival of a universe traveler calls for sacrifices.
“ Yes sir, New York exists
here just as it does for
you. Are you from the
city? My mother dated
a rather wretched man
from New York City last
year, so I went once. It
really was quite droll… “