and Amy took a taxi to the Four Seasons, H.G. gazing morosely out the window at the nighttime opulence of Beverly Hills, its gleaming motorcars, its chic people outside clubs lit in vivid colors, the darkness hiding the less fortunate, the flotsam and jetsam of this roller-coaster world. He didn’...
He knew that time-traveling just in itself had had a profound effect on her mind. That, combined with the shock of the newspaper, would have sent anyone else into hysterics. Amy was strong, he thought. And thank God for that. Finally, he felt her relax in his embrace. “Are you all right?” She nod...