TIme After Time by Stone Tamara Ireland

Author:Stone, Tamara Ireland [Stone, Tamara Ireland]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction - Young Adult
Publisher: Disney-Hyperion
Published: 2013-10-08T00:00:00+00:00

Anna and I spend most of Sunday hanging out in my room, listening to music and talking about the next time I’ll be back: three weeks from now. Homecoming. Anna tells me that I’ll finally get to see her in the dress she bought for the auction party last May and reminds me to get here in time to pick up a tux.

The room is getting darker, and when I glance over at the clock and tell her I should be getting back, I feel a pit form deep in my gut. It’s followed by a rush of guilt for feeling that way about my own home.

“I have something for you.” Anna says as she crosses the room and flips on the light. She pulls something out of her bag and hides it behind her back. “Pick a hand.”

I point to her right side and she opens her hand, shows me it’s empty, and pulls it behind her back again. She must switch hands, because when I point to her left side and she opens her other hand, it’s empty too. She looks up at me with a mischievous grin, so, on impulse, I grab her wrists and kiss her while she twists in my arms, laughing and trying to keep whatever she has behind her back out of my grasp.

“Fine!” she says, cracking up as she squirms away and holds me at arm’s length. “Here.” She hands me a three-by-five-inch album with geometric designs and the word PHOTOS in block letters across the front.

I turn it over in my hands and Anna gives me a proud grin as she opens the cover for me. The first picture is the two of us, standing at the top of the Eiffel Tower. Her arms are wrapped tight around my waist, the inky black Parisian sky in the background, and we’re beaming at the camera like there’s no place in the world either one of us would rather be.

I flip page after page, looking at the photos we took as we walked around Paris that night and the following day. Me standing in front of the Fontaine du Cirque. Anna in front of the wrought iron gates that led to the park, holding a baguette like a baseball bat. Me at the base of The Thinker, mimicking the pose. Her on the bridge, standing next to our lock. God, was that only yesterday? I look through the pictures, feeling grateful for a talent that allows me to take her to Paris at the drop of a hat. I feel equally grateful that it allows me to buy a whole extra day with her.

“This is incredible,” I say as I flip through the plastic pages.

And then I get to the last one. It’s not from our Paris trip yesterday, but I remember the night we took it in vivid detail. She’d just come back from La Paz. We were sprawled out on her rug in her bedroom and she held her arm high in the air, balancing her brand-new camera in one hand.

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