“Hi, Gulliver. It’s me again, and I’m afraid I’m not going away.” He sighed. “Look, Miss Reynolds, I don’t know anything, so you’re wasting your time.” “You’d probably keep it to yourself if aliens landed on Great Deveril church, in case everyone thought you’d gone crazy.” “Well, never having seen aliens, I—” She interrupted. “No, but you know about time travel, don’t you? Oh, come on, Gulliver, I’m going to be on your back until you give in.” He sighed again. “You’re a very pushy woman, Miss Reynolds.” “And you’re being plain cussed by refusing to admit that you and I have something very peculiar in common. Please talk to me.” He ran a fingertip around his beer glass. “Are you a reporter of some kind?” “A what? No, I’m not, nor am I writing a book, if that’s your next question. I just happen to be here on vacation. That’s all, I promise.” “So if I talk to you, it won’t go any further?” “Of course.” Her eyes brightened.
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