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follow him,” I said, excitedly grabbing Landon’s hand.
    “Why? Do you know who that is?”
    I nodded as I pulled Landon down the street. “I know exactly who that is, and we’re definitely not in the same time period we were a few minutes ago.”
    “Why do you say that?”
    “Because, if we were, he would be the pervert in this story,” I answered.
    “I don’t understand what you’re saying,” Landon said, struggling to keep up as I increased my pace to a borderline jog. “Bay!”
    “Come on,” I prodded. “That’s my uncle Calvin.”
    “Aunt Tillie’s husband?” Despite himself, Landon was intrigued. He sped up without further prodding, following me as we skirted around the town’s park benches and hurried toward the school. “I don’t understand. How do you recognize him? That kid can’t be more than eighteen or nineteen.”
    “I talked to him before.”
    “When? You said your uncle died before you were born.” Landon was flummoxed.
    “His ghost came to me a few times when I was younger,” I explained. “It was usually when Aunt Tillie was having a hard time. He made me … do things.”
    “Not gross things, right? You’re not telling me you had a funny ghost uncle, are you?”
    “Don’t be sick,” I snapped. “Those aren’t the types of things he asked me to do. What’s wrong with you?”
    “I don’t know,” Landon said, slowing his pace so we didn’t get too close to Calvin. “Maybe all of Aunt Tillie’s pervert talk made my mind go to a bad place. I can’t explain it. I’m sorry. From what I understand, your uncle was a good guy.”
    “According to Mom and my aunts, he was the best guy,” I supplied. “He was the one they went to when they were upset. He helped them build doghouses … and tree houses … and even dollhouses.
    “I’m sure you gather that Aunt Tillie wasn’t really a nurturer,” I continued. “She did her best, but she’s never been one for doling out hugs and kisses. Uncle Calvin did all of that.”
    “He sounds like a cool guy,” Landon said. “Just for clarification, though, I’m the best guy. He can have second place.”
    “You are the best guy,” I conceded. “I just … want to see him.”
    “Okay,” Landon said. “It’s not as though we have anything else to do … like get out of this place or anything.”
    I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “Have you considered we’re here to see what’s about to happen?”
    “No.”
    I wrinkled my nose. “Why not?”
    “Because, well, I don’t know,” Landon said. “I’m looking for an exit and you’re looking for popcorn. I guess your way makes sense if we really are here for a reason, like your great-grandmother said. She’s terrifying, by the way.”
    “I never met her either, but the stories Aunt Tillie tells are legendary,” I said, leaning against a tree and watching as Calvin approached two girls leaving the high school. One of them boasted reddish blond hair. The other had long, dark waves dipping past her shoulders. “Look. It’s Ginger and Tillie again.”
    “Why don’t you call her ‘Aunt Tillie’ when she’s younger?”
    I shrugged. “Because she’s not my aunt yet, and it feels weird calling her that before she has the job.”
    “I guess that’s as good an answer as anything,” Landon said, smiling when he saw Calvin reach for Tillie’s books. “Wait … is he going to carry her books home? Is he that guy?”
    “And what guy is that?” I asked, smiling when I saw Tillie blush. “Look how cute they are. She’s embarrassed.”
    “She’s smitten,” Landon corrected. “Look at the way she stares at him. It’s the same way you stare at me, and I’m guessing she hasn’t even seen him naked yet.”
    I flicked his ear. “Get your mind out of the gutter,” I chided. “Don’t ruin this for me. It’s … romantic.”
    Landon slipped his arm around my waist and watched as Tillie and Calvin chatted, seemingly in no hurry to leave the school grounds.