“I have so much to tell you, darling!” Aunt Lucy purred as she poured the beverage and shoved some finger sandwiches my way.

“I can only stay a moment, Aunt Lucy,” I said.

“Oh fiddlesticks my dear! Always in such a rush. I need to chat with you as soon as I take my medication for this gout flare up —“

She showed me her swollen foot and began to talk; the rift opened, dragging me into it. I would definitely be late for dinner.