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I wondered how much Kiernan knew about the CHRONOS key from his time on the Cyrist farm, and what his reaction would be if I told him he was eating something purchased by his great-grandson.
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"Not bad," he said. "Chewy and sweet, too. They sell these in New York?" I nodded, washing it down with lemonade. That wasn't where Connor had bought it, but I was pretty sure they sold them in New York and pretty much anywhere else in the country, although definitely not in 1893. I wondered how much Kiernan knew about the CHRONOS key from his time on the Cyrist farm, and what his reaction would be if I told him he was eating something purchased by his great-grandson." --
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The mistakes of one generation build upon the mistakes of the next and you get a society that no one really wanted.
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Kiernan. I had a sudden memory of the small, scuffed-up shoe I'd seen just before I fell. He must have snatched the bracelet when the crowd gathered around me. If I managed to get out, I resolved to give him every last penny I had and cover his little face with kisses.
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"Miss Kate!" Kiernan exclaimed, pointing. "What happened to your toes?" "What?" I glanced down, half expecting to see a leech or a cut or some other trauma, but there was nothing odd. "What are you talking about?" "Your toenails. They're all --it looks like blood!" "Oh," I laughed. "That's just nail polish. It's chipped off in a few places." "It looks like paint." Kiernan sniffed disapprovingly. I sighed. This was one of the anachronisms that Katherine would probably have caught as I prepared to leave. Did young women paint their nails in the 1890s? Had nail polish even been invented yet? I had no clue. "Well, it is paint, sort of," I said. "Me mom says..." He shook his head and fell silent. "What does your mom say, Kiernan?" He didn't answer. "No, really, I won't be angry. What does she say?" "She says only whores wear paint," he said, staring down at the grass. "They usually wear it on their faces, though. I never even heard of painted toes."
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And with that, he began walking at a rapid clip toward the Sixtieth Street station. Several members of the crowd I'd just pushed my way through came over to help me up, and one rather gallant gentleman, who was eighty if he was a day, tottered a few steps after Simon, shouting and shaking a fist in the air.
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"A few seconds later, I heard Katherine's voice from below. "Kate, you have a gentleman caller." I rolled my eyes. "How is it that a grandmother from the twenty-fourth century sounds like she's from a Charles Dickens novel?" Connor shrugged. "Maybe both eras seem like ancient history to her. Could you tell me the difference between what they called a boyfriend in 1620 and in 1820?" This time I gave in to the temptation to stick out my tongue, and Connor surprised me by actually laughing."
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"He shrugged. "Yeah, but me dad said th' only way to learn is t' ask questions. An' it's hard to do that with buttoned-up lips. Anyway, I c'n tell that one you're followin' is a bad bloke. He has those eyes. He always give me the evil look when he comes up that hill, kinda like you did this mornin', but I could tell you was jus' scared. Not mean." "I was scared," I said. "'Course you were," he replied matter-of-factly. "You're new here and followin' some bad guy. But you got a good guide now, so you'll get your story and then your boss'll be happy, right?" It seemed pointless to argue with an eight-year-old kid, especially when he was essentially correct, so I just buttoned my lip and followed."
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"I always dreamed 'bout ridin' the big wheel," Mick added, looking down at his shoes with a plaintive expression. "But me mom needs all the money I c'n make." He glanced around at the others and then back at me. Those big brown eyes--with long black lashes that were going to make him a real heartbreaker in a few years--were all the more effective because they were still brimming with tears from the ear twist. "But it's okay, Miss Kate. I don' wanna make no trouble for you."
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"But oh, me mom is gonna be madder'n bloody hell." It clicked then, with his last two words, and I realized why I'd had the touch of deja vu earlier when he rubbed his temples. I probably would have recognized those eyes earlier, but when I had seen them before--both through the medallion and on the Metro--they had burned with a type of passion that the little boy in front of me wouldn't understand for several years."
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