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CLOCKWISE
Casey is dress shopping with Lucinda when she spot Nate and his girlfriend, Jessica.
Just as we approached the exit I spotted Nate. What was he doing here? Seeing him outside of the context of school was weird, though any context seemed to have the same effect on me. Dry throat, butterflies in my stomach, the urge to squeal.
I tried to make a smooth manoeuvre out of his line of vision, but instead ran directly into a rack of blouses, almost knocking it over. He saw me. Of course he saw me! The whole store stopped to observe. His eyes didn’t flick away. Okay, I’m a train wreck, you don’t have to stare.
He finally looked back at what he was watching before—Jessica presenting a pretty ivory dress. At first, she seemed startled to see me but then she grinned her evil grin. What? Did she think she was getting married to him? It looked like a dumb wedding dress. I really hoped she didn’t pick that one.
A wave of dizziness smacked me as I tried to stand. Then a flash of bright light.
CLOCKWISER
Tim meets Josephine Watson in 1862
It looked like the wide-opened back door led to the kitchen, if I could go by the long wooden table I spotted inside. Just as we were about to enter, we ran into girl about my age. She also wore a long dress, but she filled it out in a way that made her look hot. She resembled Sara but had long dark hair that hung in waves around her face. She gasped slightly when she saw me, but then her eyes smiled.
“Josephine, you remember Cassandra?” Sara said. She motioned to me. “And this is another one of her brothers, Timothy.”
“Hello,” she said shyly. My heart skipped a beat. I flashed her a lopsided grin, aware that my purple eye just added to my bad boy appeal. She smiled in return, her eyes sparkling in the way that confirmed a mutual interest.
Things had suddenly taken an interesting turn here in the past. I thought I just might like hanging out at the Watsons’ after all.
LIKE CLOCKWORK
Adeline’s Howard Walker spotting.
I peeked through a window that looked out at a side yard. An old truck drove in, rattling and puttering, and came to a stop. The driver’s door opened and my jaw almost fell off of my face. Out popped the most beautiful man I’d ever seen! He wore jeans rolled up near the ankles and a tight white t-shirt accentuating a well built body. His hair was slicked back off his face, which was a fine chiseled specimen. He was definitely channeling his inner James Dean. This was 1955, maybe he was James Dean! When did JD die, again? I’d have to look that up as soon as I got home.
Faye said her brother sometimes dropped in for supper.
“Faye,” I called over my shoulder. “What does your brother look like?”
Betty chipped in, “James Dean.”
Yes!
“Why,” Faye said. “Is he here?”
I nodded, glassy-eyed. Faye caught my look. “Oh, no, Adeline. He’s too old for someone like you. Besides, Howard ain’t nothing but trouble. Y’best stay away from him.”
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