"Nope. Normal as can be. But take my great-great-grandmother, now. She
was really neurotic. She married, all right, but they say she really
carried a torch all her life."
There was laughter in the girl's eyes as she spoke. Eric had seen other
eyes like that. So familiar. So beautiful.
"I am Laurie Simmons," the girl told him. "My great-great-grandfather's
name was Lou Simmons. His wife was Clair. My mother has a book of hers,
of poems she wrote to Eric."
"Tell me about them, Laurie." A lovely girl; as pretty as her
great-great-grandmother. No--prettier--and part of today. "Never mind,
Laurie. Just tell me about yourself."
He knew Clair would like it this way.