Well, said Mr. Grayson, You had jewelry on your mind, and we just talked about the Russian space station, so it sounds to me as if you were on your way to imperial Russia, Amanda. And you were seeing part of the Romanov's crown jewels. If I'm not mistaken, that big blue stone was a very famous diamond. It was a ring that was eventually made into a stickpin.
Awesome. So who was the pretty lady?
Iím not sure, said Mr. Grayson, scratching his head. It could have been the Grand Duchess, or maybe one of her royal relatives. But since we werenít there with you to see her, itís a bit hard to tell.
How come you brought me back so fast, Grandma? Amanda inquired.
Do you remember what it was that you said right before things started to get dark and sparkle again?, her Grandma asked.
Amanda thought for a moment.
I think I said something about that blue stone being as big as the moon.
Um-hmmmm, that's right. And what were you thinking about when you said that? asked Grandma.
Oh, I don't know, I think maybe about Mr. Grayson telling us about the watch being worn on the moo...oh my gosh !. You mean I was on my way to the MOON? Just because I was THINKING about it?
Time travel takes a bit of getting used to, Amanda, said Mr. Grayson.
Whoa. That watch is soooo cool, said Amanda.
She turned to her Grandmother.
Grandma, she said decidedly, THIS is exactly the watch we have to get for Grandpa. Mr. Grayson would you sell us this one?
Mr. Grayson winced but nodded.
If your Grandma REALLY wants it, it's hers, he said.
Grandma smiled. She picked up the watch and admired it with a thoughtful look on her face.
Amanda, your Grandpa's an engineer, a scientist. He doesn't even THINK the same way we do, honey. We startle the living daylights out of him, all the time, you and I. Besides, we haven't even told him about the U.S.S. Starship Treehouse yet. Still, she sighed, This IS a marvelous buy.
Are you SURE this is the one we want? she asked, turning to Amanda with a twinkle in her eye.
Trust me, Grandma, said Amanda with a grin, Grandpa is going to LOVE it.
About the Author:
Cynthia Gurin lives in South Florida with her husband Bob,
a quartet of cats, two dogs, a remarkably wise duck, a teddy bear that talks,
and a personable little tree frog, named Phrog. She has achieved recognition
in both the Miami Herald and The Wall Street Journal for innovative marketing
techniques. She considers the Personal Ad, through which she met her husband,
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