”“It occurs to me that we have two solutions, Sandy. Take samples of Earth technology to the Multiverse so the samples can be evaluated by Multive...se engineers, or find a Multiverse engineer who already has a problem with sugar addiction and is willing to emigrate to Earth. It may be best to do both. Betty and Carol mentioned they don’t have enough to do, so I’ll have them buy a selection of things that a Multiverse engineer can evaluate, and I’ll have Kendrick find an engineer who is willing. I know he had jewelry: rings and a bracelet on his hands. He reeked of cheap perfume, like some washed-up cocktail waitress. I'm not sure if his fingernails were painted then or not. By the time I'd helped him off the floor and into a booth, they were long, narrow and deep red."'Tell me who I am?' he says again. He's pleading with me, scared like... like a frightened fucking schoolgirl. "I draw a deep breath to steady myself. "'You're Ed Harrington,' I say, staring intently at the bar napkin on. Sometime in the middle of first day of my interrogation, Jane and Steve both started sending texts asking where I was staying on my visit so we could get together to do dinner that night. Before I could try reply to them my new phone chimed to get my attention."Phone secured and content copied. Running diagnostics on original phone. Answer incoming call," a message said before the phone started ringing.There was no caller ID or anything and it answered without me doing anything.A computerized. So, me, you, Ed, Nikki, baby, and maybe Dan 2.0. We passed up our Cessna 185. Let me start looking at Pilatus...”“Oh, those are too expensive,” Gramma blurted.“Cindy doesn’t think so. Let me see what’s available, and who can be the pilot.”“Thank you, dear.”“I’ll be there standing beside you, Gramma,” I said. “I’ll call you back.”Next call – Cindy. Life’s approaching normal for her again after her accident. She was in her Stearman the day her cast came off. I know she’s been up in her Cessna.