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"Why not? You teach at that half-witted place." She gave a scornful laugh, tossing her auburn
hair. "Associate Professor of Nostalgia. My God, you're fast approaching thirty and you're still
merely an associateтАФ"
"Fast approaching thirty? Twenty-seven is your idea ofтАФ"
"Face it, you're zipping along toward the grave, yet you won't do a darn thing aboutтАФ"
"Didn't I organize our whole Pop Cult Department? Talk my fellows into striking? Didn't I
manage to get my own salary raised to nearly $75,000 andтАФ"
"But $71,000 isn't that near. The man who drives the mulch wagon in this neighborhood earns
that."
"So? You have to go to mulch school for three years to learn how toтАФ"
"Wait! I am not going to let you sidetrack me," stated Sara. "Next week we are definitely and
absolutelyтАФ"
"I thought we had a pretty good life going. We live in this comfortable five-pod home on the
fashionable Connecticut side of the Long Island Sound. We own a skycar which could resell forтАФ"
"But we don't even own this dumbo house. International Pepsi-Coke owns it. We're practically
sharecroppers," she said. "Boy, if I came into some money I wouldтАФ"
 "Patience, huh? I won't earn just under $75,000 forever." Tim moved nearer to her. "Another
year or two and we should be in terrific financial shape. We can maybe even take out a five-year
marriage contract"
"Would you really want to spend another five whole years with me?"
"Of course. We've gotten through two one-year cohabit permits, haven't we? And we still feelтАФ
"
"Tim, listen. It's very important to me, doing this, traveling back in time." She reached out,
pressed her palms flat against his chest.
"I know, butтАФ"
"I do really want to trace my family roots through history." She looked hopefully up at him.
"And Full Prof Emerzon assures me that if I do, then my treatise on the Illustrious History of the
Renowned Tenbrook Family will be certain to earn me a good grade."
He put his hands on her shoulders. "And when are you intending for us to take this jaunt?"
"Has to be next week, Tim, because that's the only period we're both off school."
"We were going to spend the winter vacation in the Miami Enclave," he reminded her. "We
already made reservations with the HoJo computer in New HaveтАФ"
"Oh, I cancelled those, so don't fret."
"It's warm in the Miami Enclave. The Florida Sector government promises all Latin American
guerrillas have been weeded out of there, the beaches are relatively trouble-free. We can swim, loll,
takeтАФ"
"It's warm in San Francisco," Sara put forth.
Tim nodded. "Frisco Enclave's not bad. Still, I'd rather vacation in . . . Whoa! You don't mean
Frisco Enclave, do you?"
"I mean San Francisco, California, in the month of April, 1906." Sara pushed away from him to
point at the family trees which decorated their plaz wall. "I want to start there in 1906. We'll
observe Dr. Ambrose Tenbrook first, since he's a keyтАФ"
"You plan for as to go to more than one past time zone?"
"We may as well do this right I'll show you the itinerary in a minute."
"How many different time periods?"
"Five or six probably."
Tim lowered himself into a floating neowood chair. "San Francisco in April of '06 in the last
century," he said thoughtfully. "That'll be our first stop?"
"You'll love it there, Tim. It's a very exciting time in California history."