He grinned. "I guess you're not psychotic, after all."
"Nope. Normal as can be. But take my great-great-grandmother, now. She was really neurotic. She married, all right, but they say she really carried a torch all her life."
There was laughter in the girl's eyes as she spoke. Eric had seen other eyes like that. So familiar. So beautiful.
"I am Laurie Simmons," the girl told him. "My great-great-grandfather's name was Lou Simmons. His wife was Clair. My mother has a book of hers, of poems she wrote to Eric."
"Tell me about them, Laurie." A lovely girl; as pretty as her great-great-grandmother. No—prettier—and part of today. "Never mind, Laurie. Just tell me about yourself."
He knew Clair would like it this way.