A strange Meeting…Eight

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked, holding a bag full of books.

“Nothing,” he said, carrying another bag full of books.  “How many books did you buy?”

“Not nearly enough.  I want to go back tomorrow, please.  There’s nothing like independent bookstores.”

“Bill took the papers back.”

“I know.  I’ll make him vegetarian chili when he gets back with soft yummy rolls, or corn bread, or maybe he’d like Chili Mac.”

“He’ll like anything, believe me.”

“Good.  Someone easy to please.”

“I’m easy to please,” he said.

“I’m stopping for treats.”


“You are morose.”

“I think I’ve spent my entire life doing the wrong thing.”

“No problem.  Just don’t do the wrong thing anymore and everything will be okay.”

“But I may have been one of the people causing bad things to happen?”

“How do you do it?”

“It’s all about probabilities.  We kind of know what’s in motion, so we do the math and research and then figure out what the most likely thing to happen, might be.  If it’s a bad thing, or what we consider to be a bad thing, we try to stop it.”

“Quit your job.”

“You make it sound easy.”

“It is easy.  And what were the papers about?”

“A man in an orange turban, or with orange hair, will run for president, in the not too distant future.   He’ll destroy life as you  know it.  He will start a terrible series of events that will lead to very bad places.”

“That’s ridiculous. People might not be all that swift but they aren’t stupid enough to elect an idiot.”

“You’re wrong.   People elect idiots all the time.   And he’s not just an idiot, he’s insane. He’s an egomaniacal mad man.”

“What’s his name?”

“The seers say his last name has something to do with a bridge game.”

“I play bridge.”

“He will destroy life as you know it and people won’t act to stop him until it’s too late.”

“Logical consequences,” she said.  “Then we die.”

“Then you die.  Before that happens, however, life will be difficult, to impossible, and your country will be destroyed.  He won’t care.  You do know that people in this country have been pampered, don’t you?  No outside wars have been fought here, no mass starvation.”

“What about my cats?”

“Your cats cats?”

“Yes.  What about Mindy and Max.  Will they be okay?”

“If they’re outside, they might have a chance.  They can turn kind of feral, I suppose..”

“They’ve never lived outside,” she said.  “They won’t know how to get their own food and bigger animals might eat them.”

“Amazing,” he muttered.  “You don’t care about people, or even yourself, but you’re worried about the cats?”

We deserve what we get. Whatever happens we’re doing it to ourselves.   The cats are innocent.”

“If they’re locked in, they’ll die.  But this won’t happen for years, so I think they’re safe.  It might not happen at all if we can change who wins the election.”

“I’m getting a cat flap.”

“Cats are wild animals,” he said, looking at the two cats curled up on big, fluffy, pink blankets.  “Well, they used to be.”

“I’m going to get some caramel corn at the Nut Shoppe,” said Lexi.  “Some Dots and wax root beer bottles too.  And how can you come here, where you’d be dead during this timeline, but I can’t visit where you live because I was never born?”

“Because I once was, but you never were.”





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