The time machine is ready."Good luck, Joe," Bennett says to him as Joe places his safety goggles over his eyes. "Thanks, Benn," he replies to his old ...riend and colleague, "but it's no longer down to luck: we have to be confident this thing is going to work now. Otherwise, I might was well just walk out the nearest airlock without a suit."Bennett smiles and nods. He looks a little sad, as though he believes this could be the end of his long friendship with Joe if they've got their calculations. .. ... Beer. A house is not a home without beer in the fridge. Crap. Well, I may as well check out the bar down the street. "The Tavern" I could handle; it doesn't matter if the management has no imagination, as long as the regulars have such -and the management doesn't get in their way. Still, "La Taverna" sounds like it's run by illegal emmigrants with no imagination and no English-speaking staff, either.Shouldn't be a problem. You don't have to know much Spanish to get drunk or laid, if. "We've had this house for over a hundred years, the clan that is," I reminded him."Look around and select whatever appeals to you, and I'll make sure that it fits you," I assured him. Robert had soon selected several shirts and pairs of jeans as well as underwear, socks, and a couple of pairs of sturdy boots. I used the adjustment spell on all of them so they would fit him."No cowboy hats," he asked in a disappointed voice after a thorough examination of the room."No, there were no cowboys in. ‘But there are so many steps!’ He sounded, sometimes, like a much younger boy complaining to his parents about his chores.‘Yes,’ I would reply, with a somewhat amused and indulgent grin and the patience of a one hundred year-old tortoise, ‘you have to do ALL those questions.’He was doing it now. Myles, Jesse, and I were all clustered around my family’s dining room table. The table was a hurricane of binders, textbooks, worksheets, calculators, and various pencils. We had two days before our.