Ann smiled back at him. "You talk as if you could take us back to 1952. Is that what you really mean?"
"Why not? You think this silly. But I can show you."
Jeff rose to go. "Mister, you better get to a doctor. Ann, it's time we started home."
Ann laid a hand on his sleeve. "I haven't finished eating. Let's chat with the gent." She added in an undertone to Jeff, "Must be a psycho—but sort of an inspired one."
The man said to Ann, "You are kind lady, I think. Good to crazy people. I join you."
He did not wait for consent, but slid into a seat at their table with an easy grace that was almost arrogant.
"You are unhappy in 1957," he went on. "Discouraged. Restless. Why not take trip to another time?"
"Why not?" Ann said gaily. "How much does it cost?"
"Free trial trip. Cost nothing. See whether you like. Then maybe we talk money." He handed Jeff a card made of a stiff plastic substance.