“You know who I am?” Jenny asked, surprised.
“Yes,” Amelia said, “I know who you are.” She looked into Jenny’s face. “You have my eyes.”
“It’s true,” Josh said.
“Quiet, Josh,” Jenny said. “Girl time now.”
“Come here,” Amelia said, sitting up in the bed. “Let me look at you. You are so like me.” Jenny could feel the intensity of her grandmother’s gaze upon her face.
“Mom would never talk about you,” Jenny said, wishing she could think of something better to say. “I … I tried to get her to, but she wouldn’t.”
“No, of course she wouldn’t. What could she say? She doesn’t have the power — it visits only every other generation. And always different.”
“Your power is about time, isn’t it?” Jenny said, “That’s why he took you away.”
“Oh Jenny, there is so much you don’t understand. I was very angry at you, you know. At first we … I … thought you wouldn’t get this far.” She looked over at Mr. Symarian. “But once you brought the … once you brought him …”
“Hello, Amelia,” the teacher said quietly. “It has been a very long time, hasn’t it?”
“Yes, ages,” Amelia said, and suddenly she laughed.