"Yes," said her husband. "Finish what you started; you see, both Tansie and I have a rather large stake in this thing."
He turned and headed across the ground to a second time-ship, entered, and left.
Ackerman stood up and shook his head nervously. "Well, Mrs. Lee," he said, and he mentally winced as he used her pet prefacing word.
She smiled, gaminlike, and said: "But I'm not Mrs. Lee. Tansie Lee is my given name. You see, Les, I am Mrs. Lester Ackerman!"
"Ye—but—uh—"
She laughed gurglingly. "That's another thing that is completely wrong with this 'time-space'," she said; "right now I'm married to you but you aren't married to me. So if there's any question of convention, Lester, you are the guilty party, not I."
Ackerman sat back down again and groaned.
"But you be a good, sensible boy," she promised coyly, "And someday you will be."
"So that was—-me?" he asked in a strained voice.
She nodded.