Rewritten

Chapter 10

"Did you really have to do that?" Jasmine asks Patsy.

"Yes, of course. Reva was going to take me. I know that is what happened before but now that I had so much contact with him, well, I just couldn't risk it." She replies.

"That's your excuse, really? I think you just didn't want your extraction. You witnessed World War II and now you are so fond of this century. Sometimes you don't make any sense."

Patsy doesn't pause to think for a second about her response. "I have a plan, Jasmine. Don't worry."

Jasmine and Patsy head inside to get cleaned up. Patsy has a steaming shower and tries to ease her mind. Jasmine lends her a nightgown and curlers, for Jasmine is so wealthy.

Patsy sleeps in a queen sized bed in one of Jasmine's many guest bedrooms. The bed is adorned with a down-fill comforter and pillows. The luxury is amazing.

Patsy collapses into the bed and ignores the aching of her mind. It won't bother her now that everything is starting to fit together again. History is taking a new course. One that she wrote. One that will be known for lifetimes to come. For centuries to come, this year will be remembered.

Patsy gets up precisely at six-thirty in the morning. She heats up the kettle and grabs the newspaper off the step. Jasmine finds her twenty minutes later at the table with tea and a raisin croissant, newspaper laid across the table.

Jasmine prepares tea for herself and joins Patsy at the table.

"Is there anything of interest in there today?" Jasmine asks looking at the newspaper from across the table.

"Not that I see, just wait, today will be historic." Patsy responds, lifting her eyes from the paper briefly.

"What makes you say that?"

"I say that because, I'm going to make it so." Patsy grins as she flips the page.