Chapter 7

That flip…worth it

When I caught up to Bones, pedaling my strange banana-seated bike, I decided not to tell him what I had found on the LightYear app. That we had somehow transported to 1978. Mostly because I felt awful about it.

Going backward forty years probably wasn’t going to cure his cancer. I knew Bones’ chemo treatments were no fun, but as only he could put it, “At least they have the zappers to zap it out of me, Lump!” 

I’m pretty sure they didn’t know a lot about zappers in 1978. But at least it all made sense. Now I knew why people were wearing shirts with all these crazy colors and designs, and pants that flew out at the bottom like parachutes, wore their hair so long it was like someone had stuck a mop on their heads. 

And the junkyard, well, that could not have been more different. Funny thing was, Bones didn’t seem worried about any of it. He had just accepted everything as it was. It was like he didn’t live in the future or the past; he lived in the now. I guess that was another way of saying, “Live like Bones.” 

But now we needed to find a place to hunker down for a minute, a place where we could figure out a new game plan. I thought maybe Bones and I could bike to my house, but then I realized that my dad didn’t live in our house—come to think of it, I didn’t live in our house.

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