"Can I ask you a question, Ms. Keane?" he said.
"Britt," she said. "It'll make things easier, I think." She paused. "Yes, you may ask me a question."
He put his elbows on the table and folded his hands together loosely.
"This stuff about traveling to the past. Do you really think it's such a good idea?"
Britt bristled. Was this the question of the day, or what? "What do you mean?"
"What if--" He broke off, pressing his lips together. "What if you find out something you don't want to know?"
Well, at least he was pursuing a different angle. "What do you mean?"
"What if you were to, say, accidentally stumble upon something you didn't expect? Like say you found out your husband was having an affair before he died."
Britt shook her head sharply. "I knew my husband very well, Jesse. He was a kind, generous, compassionate, talented man. He loved me very much, and I loved him. Nothing he was capable of doing would be enough to make me regret bringing him back."
Jesse looked strangely sober. "Sometimes we think we know people," he said, "and we really don't."
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