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were married. If he hadn’t, his father never would have allowed me to live there. But we didn’t live as man and wife. We had separate bedrooms.
    I know he had other women. I didn’t care. I missed Geezer and felt like such a fool. I got over my anger. I wanted to come home, but as long as Mace lived, I felt obligated to stay. Ceil was his daughter. And now she knew it, too.
    She found out by accident. Mace and I were fighting one rainy afternoon and she overheard us. She asked me about it later and I told her the truth. She took it well. She’s a strong girl.
    When Mace got sick, I sat by his side. Despite everything, we shared a daughter and a past. He looked at me and I could see pain. He didn’t talk much. I wondered if he regretted the things he’d done. The last thing he said was that he loved Ceil. I was happy to know that he did.
    I am at Geezer’s desk. I can see him tending his flowers. I can see Ceil filling her basket with vegetables. I love my family.
    August 3
    I saw something strange appear in the sky. I recognized it as a Pryllian transport. It passed over and disappeared.
    I was working in the garden. I couldn’t stop thinking about that transport. I told Geezer about it at supper, and he promised to fly over the area tomorrow and look for it.
    August 4
    I was tending the garden when I heard something and turned around. There, behind the picket fence, stood four young people. They were dressed in modern clothes.
    One was a tall boy with dark hair. There was a female with dark skin. The other boy had ginger hair while the other girl had long brown hair and stood behind the others.
    I met them at the fence and introduced myself. They seemed confused. Ceil ran over to greet them, too. I asked them where they had come from and they told me Sunge.
    “I’m from Pryll!” I cried.
    “We came in a transport,” the tall boy said. ”Is this Tresteria?”
    “Yes, it is,” I said. “Come in.”
    I led them to the kitchen. I brewed one of Geezer’s teas and then we sat at the kitchen table and drank. The dark girl was quiet, and she asked me for a clean towel. The ginger-haired boy wore glasses and asked if this was a wizard’s tower. The tall boy kept reading the labels on Geezer’s teas, and the girl, the one who stood behind the others, kept writing in a notebook.
    The young people were full of questions, which I answered as best I could. I wondered where Geezer was and hoped he would be home soon. I wanted them to meet my wizard. I wanted them to meet the man who had changed my life forever.

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An Excerpt from Geezer’s Ridiculous Book
    My name is Geezer. I am a wizard. As I begin this book, I am nine hundred and ten years old. I live on the youngest of the four planets I am writing about.
    Twelve years ago I met with the leaders of the other planets also named Earth. We decided to give our planets new names. The leader of the oldest planet, now called Pryll, believed it would improve navigation between the planets.
    I have endeavored to write this book so that those who come after me will know our history. The following are the names of the planets formerly known as Earth One, Earth Two, Earth Three, and Earth Four.
    Earth One is now Pryll (Pr-ill). It is thirteen hundred years older than Tresteria.
    Earth Two is now Sunge (Soong). It is eleven hundred years older than Tresteria.
    Earth Three has remained Earth (Ir-th) and it is almost a thousand years older than Tresteria.
    Earth Four is now Tresteria (Tress-tare-eya). It is the year 800 Anno Domini in Tresteria.
    I live in Esher, a small town in Tresterian England. I built my tower in a large field by a river. Across the river is a portal. I planted a garden and created a haven of warmth with sunshine over