The night of 1969. Nick and I were in the lab, about to make a baby.
小荷作文网 www.zww.cn 小 荷 作文网 www.zww.cn “Dads?” A woman popped out of nowhere.
Alerted. “How’d you get in? Leave, now!.”
“I’m from the future.”
“Ridiculous!” I said. “You psycho.”
She fiddled with our cultivation vessels. “Andrew, I came not to argue, but borrow money; America is having hard times.”
“Yeah right,” I chuckled, “Nixon will find a way.”
“Bush had his turn and Obama promised a better Economy but there’s no progress.”
Bush what? Obama who? “Yeah. Yeah. I ain’t giving you nothin. Go cheat money elsewhere.”
“It’s okay. Glad to meet you, Nick. Andrew told me my other dad died before I was one. You’re even cuter than I imagined.” She winked slyly.
Nick turned pale.
Two years later when our baby turned one, Nick yelled “In your face! I aint dead yet!”
“Kidding!” was her first word.
By phoebe
2012-4-30
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