"What is he selling?" "Fish and chips." "Fish and what?" "Chips." Hugh's brow creased. I was about to ask if he'd ever had chips, then I realized that Britain didn't have potatoes until Sir Walter Raleigh brought them back from America. I grabbed his hand. "They were my dad's favorite. You'll love them." I smiled at the recollection of my mom saying that my dad loved fish and chip more than her. "Do we have any money?" Hugh asked. "We have a little left from selling the Roman coins in Dublin." The man was behind the counter by the time we stepped into the shop. He smiled and said. "What can I get you, my loves?" "Fish and chips twice please." .
We'll meet again . . . Rationing, identity cards, gas masks, and gray bread — welcome to wartime Britain. Having jumped three hundred years’ into the future, horseless powered vehicles are a shock for Hugh, but that’s nothing compared to what’s in store for Megan when she runs into her great grandmother as a nineteen-year-old girl, with a soldier on her arm whose face causes Megan’s jaw to drop. It’s a surprise that can mean only one thing . . . a twisted timeline. History is written, Hitler lost the war, but when she encounters a Nazi spy planning to kidnap two former German atomic
scientists before they can ship out to Los Alamos, Megan begins to doubt what she knows to be established historical fact. Can the timeline be unraveled? And if so, what are the consequences for Megan and Hugh?