“oh dear.”
the heads turned to me, one by one. had i spoken aloud? the speaker was looking at me strangely, his hand still raised midair and pointed at the screen, so it seemed i had.
“did you have something to say, mr. clock?” the speaker asked.
well i had to say something now, didn’t i?
“i guess i do. i’ve just realized that i was supposed go convince george washington to accept his presiden...