One of the major networks came down to interview Bart and me. I avoided them, but Bart and Hannah had no problem at all talking about Irish tea."Now y...u know I can't tell you the secret, but we do things a little different. They say it makes Miss Sadie's tea a great bedtime drink for the ladies, and Boxer's tea just plain kickass," Bart said.The next day orders started to pour into our little factory which put the little town of Mossberg on the map again. There was a lot of chatter on the net. "Which leaves me with the only other conclusion. You have a way of traveling in time, my young friend. Tell me I am wrong," he finally finished."You're wrong," I said with a panicky feeling.He snorted, saying, "That wasn't very convincing." I am not responsible for your state of mind. If you want to believe in time travel, that's you're problem. Just try not to let it spill over onto me, will you?" I asked with exasperation.He laughed and said, "There are other reasons for me thinking you can. Finally, after about an hour he said, “So you see, Ailsa, how very important it is that we progress our research into a new generation of antibiotics.” Dr Brodie glanced at his watch. “It’s about lunch time, Ailsa. Can I get you a bite to eat unless,” he hesitated “unless you already have plans?”I looked at Dr Brodie. It was hard to estimate his age with the beard, but I would guess he was in his mid-forties. “That’s very good of you Dr Brodie, but I had the most enormous breakfast which I. “I’m a college graduate. When Eve was my age, Janice was three months old.”“But Eve was married more than a year then.”“And she didn’t get married with you watching her and Keith every second, or even every date.” Cheryl didn’t know where this thing with Jake was heading, but she knew it would head nowhere if Mom supervised.Jake knocked on the Benson door a few minutes before six. This really brought back memories. Mr. Benson had more waist and less hair than when he’d called for Eve. He.