I just worked that out. I think it’s shame; and that burns so much hotter than guilt. If it was just the incident at the kindergarten barbecue, then...maybe it would be guilt. Maybe I could deal with that more easily. Heck, maybe I would have forgotten about it by now. Forgotten about her by now. It was the dream; that’s what feels shameful … even though it shouldn’t. Nothing that feels that good should feel shameful. If only ‘good’ was all it felt; but it felt right, too. Shit, I’ve been at this. She said it sounds much too sophisticated for her; too pretentious. She likes having a nickname given to her by her friends.I guess I'll adjust. It would probably be easier for me if they chose something that sounded more like a girl's name.I told everyone that our house is scheduled to be completed in three weeks. Jan said she'll let the decorator, Mike Morris, know. She suggested that if we were to go through the house with him and let him get a feel for our tastes in furniture he could have. I secretly thought the goings in that cave were comical, until...The lodge was now completely enclosed, with all the external walls including all of the different windows, and as well as the trim and most of the outer doors. The interior walls were nearly done, too. You wouldn’t believe the simple fun all these people were having going up and down a simple flight of stairs. To these people these staircases were just so fascinating, and when we added the simple but smooth to the touch hand. “We’re not where we were ... what did you do?”“What makes you think it was me?”Drumming her impatient fingers on the wood and stainless wheel she said, “Aunt Cynthia is asleep. Daddy is ‘entertaining’ mom. It has to be you.”“Can you keep a secret?” I asked.“Maybe ... depends,” Tyche waffled.“Depends on what?”“Is the secret dangerous ... to me ... or mine?”“I have a time travel watch,” lets see how she handles that.“The time didn’t change. The water did.”“About a mile west is Central.