She glanced at the wall clock, then at her own watch, then at the register’s digital display. Her smile didn’t waver. “Time for pie,” she said. “Apple or cherry?”
“Where’s ‘back’?”
Outside the kitchen window, the same gray car passed. The same man in the gray coat. past 4.11
Leo took a bite. It tasted like morning. She glanced at the wall clock, then at
“No,” she agreed. “But you can stay here with me, in the 4:11. It’s warm. Nothing breaks.” She glanced at the wall clock