"So, have you finished your essay yet?" I said, absolutely knowing that she hadn't. I'd overheard her earlier that day, saying that she was struggling...to even start it."Ah no," she said, and turned to look at me, "I keep letting myself get distracted." Bad girl," I said with a grin. Then poked her thigh gently with one of my heels, making her body jump. "You need to be punished."She sighed and looked like she was trying to hold back a smile. "Katie… you keep making these remarks..." she. " In the car?" I giggled and Daddy shrugged, looking only a little apologetic. "Did you divorce Gina?" Um..." He frowned at that, looking at the wedding band in his fingers, the one for me."You can't marry me if you're still married to her," I said softly. "Not right here, not right now." I can't ... Not until I know for sure," he said and I shook my head slowly."Then you can't marry me," I told him. "But I'll keep this..." I held up my finger with the engagement ring on it, " ... and you can. That would have been a mistake, he concluded—to be seen idling away watching a baseball game while he should have been on pins and needles counting the minutes. So, he rejected that idea. ‘I wonder if you can get piped-in music with this thing,’ he asked himself. He doubted it, but thought he might try because he was nervous and his hands were insisting on finding something to do. He decided to occupy himself in resolving the piped-in music question. He was fingering the remote, trying to. .. in my other life ... but there are differences.”I smiled at Col. “You and Mutti Frida are here rather than my Col and his mother. That’s a small difference, I suppose, and there have been quite a few other small differences.”I took a deep, calming breath. “But the failed assassination of Kennedy is a really big one. I can see that you being here might just be irrelevant to the future but I can’t see how Kennedy living won’t change the future.”“Does it really matter, Willi, if the future is.