Epilogue
“That went well,” Grandma said with a smile. She closed the door as the last guest left then turned to the others. “Now, who should we match next? Did you get a good look at TJ’s brothers? What a handsome lot!”
“Now, Grandma, before you get too excited, we need to discuss a few things,” Cyrus said. He sat on the sofa and took in their surroundings. “As this is our temporary base of operation…”
“Temporary?” Irene huffed. “I thought we were going to get to stay here for a while.”
“Yes, and no,” Cyrus said. “Melvale and the others didn’t say when we’d have to go back. They also didn’t say how long we could stay, either.”
“They let us buy this house,” Polly pointed out. “That says we get to stay.”
“True, but we can only stay so long in one place before folks grow suspicious,” Doc said.
“I suppose yer right,” Paddy said. “And the more comfortable we are, the more likely we are to slip up.”
“Exactly,” Wilfred agreed. “Wouldn’t do for anyone to see Grandma lift a car so Irene can change the tire.”
Polly began to pick up discarded mugs and napkins. “If any of us could drive, you mean.”
“We’ll worry about that later,” Cyrus said. “The point is, we must be careful. That elixir we drank has changed us. It’s still changing us…”
“I thought I was doing everyone a favor!” Irene huffed. “So don’t blame any of this on me!”
The others exchanged a look. Irene, knowing the alien elixir had restorative properties, thought everyone could use a dose.
Problem was, the stuff tasted horrible. So, she’d added honey, which had cataclysmic results.
As in, two hundred year’s worth. That was the estimated life extension each of them got.
But even aliens such as the Muirarans could see the usefulness of the rejuvenated group. They made excellent spies.
“What exactly are we supposed to be watching for again?” Polly asked.
“Anything out of the ordinary for now.” Cyrus said. “The best way to do that, is to go about our business, blend in. And if we happen to make a few matches along the way, well, all the better.”
The others nodded. They founded this town, loved it no matter what century they were in.
A perk of being friends with a time traveling Scotsman whose wife wasn’t exactly human.
But that’s another story. Suffice to say, there were others out there who could time travel and weren’t human.
Nasty pieces of work that, if they did show up, would never suspect the Clear Creek matchmakers to be anything other than what they appeared.
Meddling old folks nosing their way into other people’s business and making matches.