I looked over at Bones. He was spinning in circles in his La-Z-Boy, looking as calm as could be. 

“Why on Earth would you do that?” Yogi said. “I mean, it’s really good and all, but that’s not the first thing I’d think two boys your age would want to do if they’d found out they could time travel.” 

Bones jammed his feet on the floor, stopping the La-Z- Boy mid-spin, and looked Yogi straight in the eye and said, “I’ve got cancer, that’s why.” 

I’d never get used to him saying that, no matter what decade we were in. 

Yogi tilted his head back thoughtfully and peered up at the sky. “I swear my Lindy is just hanging around the yard bringing me gifts every day.” 

“Who’s Lindy?” Bones said. Yogi smiled the biggest smile I’d seen on his face since we’d met him.

“Lindy was my wife. She died of cancer a few years ago.” He stopped smiling, leaned forward on the couch, and spread out his huge hands on the coffee table in front of him.

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