Heaven Says Wait (Time Diving Book 3) by Craig Robertson

Author:Craig Robertson [Robertson, Craig]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-09-11T16:00:00+00:00

Man, are you two gullible! Sorry I resorted to trickery, but I really want you to keep the money. Remember, Wells Fargo, San Francisco, and thanks for being such good friends. And as to whether we'll see each other again, that's a definite maybe. Time's funny, don't you know ... Sir Matthew.

TEN

All-in-all, my adventure with Collie was a disaster. And I don't mean ... and the ship sank kind of disaster. No, he was a bipolar jackass and I was overwhelmed with emotions being surrounded by all those foredoomed passengers. If it hadn't been for Collin and Fredrick, the whole experience would have constituted a regrettable mistake. But the seed was planted. I began to wonder if there were any historic events I would enjoy seeing ... alone. Many options swirled in my head. And in this version of Matthew, the stolen 1976 edition, the one presumably thrown off the rollercoaster, I had no social moorings that I needed to bear in mind. So, unlike the pre-mental hospital lives I'd led, I could do whatever I wanted to.

I was formulating a doozy of an idea actually. But I was going to have to do some real planning and a ton of prep work for that one, assuming it was even possible. In the meantime, I was struck with an odd notion. I had a debt to pay in my past, an obligation to acknowledge if you will. It harkened back to my early college days at the state university I attended. And the tribute I felt compelled to pay centered on one very kind and wise human. I was like so many other kids who went off to college. In high school, most of us lived with our family and we all knew at least by sight most of our classmates.

Then we went off to college and our worlds went topsy-turvy. Our familial support and social networks were pulled out from under us like a rug. We were away from home for the first time, we were alone, and we were lonely. We were frightened. We had no friends and everyone else seemed to be more together, cooler, and having the times of their lives. Even with me running cross country and track, those activities didn't provide the instant support group like they had in high school. Most of the other athletes were years older than me and some were married. I was just the little frosh they all benignly tolerated.

But in 1972, I had the great good fortune to meet John Stone. Ah, John. He was larger than life. And he became my mentor and my first adult friend. Because freshmen had the lowest priorities when it came to registration, we often ended up scrambling for a class that would provide us some useful units. That was how I ended up in John's Astronomy class in that spring semester. Fate did me a solid, I can tell you for an absolute. Most students were taken by him after the first lecture.

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