Connection thru Time (Editing)

Chapter Seven: What If?

"I'm thinking the operators of that mirror know when I'm home and connect us at that time. I was gone buying those mirrors and worked to get them up. Then, I had to check my garden. Perhaps, that's why my day is different than yours. They connect us when we are near the mirror." Frank told her.

Abby's face lit with wonder. "I bet you're right. It makes sense. If that's true, it improves our connection. Use the box to send me a message. I'll check it each morning, and you can tell me to have the mirror connect us. I bet those notes also give us a better idea as to what we did."

"We'll read them together, but not right now. "Did you like the small mirror I bought for you?"

"Yes, it is so pretty. Thank you. Are these the only mirrors you put up?" she asked pointing towards the hall. "I bet if you thought of using the small ones for outdoors, you hung others."

"You're right. I put one in the barn. I bought one framed in metal. It has a wire to hang it. Yesterday, I added nails to the posts around the garden so I can move it around and put it up at night in the barn. Because of deer eating my vegetables, I fenced it. If the mirrors work outside, you and I can keep the connection when I need to work."

Frank changed the subject. "Since you read that first letter, you know what I said about the roaring twenties. I want to know a little about my future—which I suppose could be our future if you actually come here to be my wife." He grinned when she laughed. "Do you know what happens in my time over the next ten years?"

"Yes and we'll discuss it, but I need to visit the toilet, get dressed, and make some tea. Since the mirrors keep us connected, please be a gentleman and don't watch."

"It shouldn't matter that I see you on a toilet."

She sighed. There was no way she could prevent him from doing what he wanted to do unless she threw a towel over the mirror.

Abby angled the mirror when she entered the bathroom so it didn't look at the toilet. She was also careful to use her long robe to hide what she did. The entire idea of him having the ability to watch made her nervous.

"I see what you did. The mirror is showing the window instead of my stove to heat the water. Which makes me curious about that, but did you know that the sound of tinkling travels really well with these mirrors?" Frank asked with laughter.

"This kind of intimacy is something I've never shared with a man before, so behave."

"Oh, I'm sure I'll have a turn where you get to listen. Tonight, you can watch me bathe, or I'll move that mirror. Your choice."

She ignored him. There were times she'd like to shove him. "Frank, do you have any spare money that you could invest for the future?" she asked while she flushed the toilet.

"I heard that," he said laughing. "Why do you want to know? Do you want me to put you in my will?"

There was no doubt there was laughter in his voice. "I'm not an investment." She sighed, and approached the medicine cabinet, and closed the door. She instantly saw him sitting on the bed looking at the mirror.

"I thought you might like to see something modern. I've seen your toilet paper at the museum. This is ours today." She held the roll up close to the mirror for him to see and unrolled a few squares. "Can you see the way it's perforated to tear it off?" She tore a square off for him to see how easy it was. "That's because it's very soft." She put her face to the mirror and demonstrated it by rubbing it gently against her cheek. "It's soft and sometimes used to blow your nose."

"Just a minute." He stepped over by his toilet, picked up a small box, and brought it to the mirror. "It's folded and I don't recommend using it to blow your nose or rub on your face even though it says it's splinter-free. That's what hankies are for. If you come to my time, I'll see that you have some. Perhaps rags would work best between your legs. This can make you sore."