Page 124 of Timeless

It was a photo of Paul, likely in his late forties or maybe even early fifties, with a woman, who, Quinn guessed, was his wife, and his two daughters, who probably would’ve been in their twenties or early thirties then.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been rude. I didn’t get your name. I’m Quinn, in case your uncle didn’t tell you mine. And this is my girlfriend, Abby.”

“Nice to meet you. My name is Deborah. And that’s me with my family. My younger sister.” She pointed to the other woman in the photo.

“What’s her name?”

“Harriet,” Deborah replied. “I was named after my grandmother. And my sister was named after her very best friend in the world. They raised my dad after his father died in the war. They died not long after that in what was the biggest storm around here in decades. They were protecting him, saved him from it, so he named us after them.”

“Best friend?” Quinn asked.

“I imagine they werebest friendsin the same way that you two are best friends,” Deborah said with a wink. “But those were different times, weren’t they?”

“You–”

“He never said anything, but my sister and I picked upon a few things. We never met them, of course, but he spoke so highly of both of them, and some of the things hedidsay led us to believe a few things.”

“That they loved each other,” Abby said.

“I suppose they did, yes. Very much, from what he told us. Anyway, that’s him with my mom, me, and Harry. That’s what I call her because she hates her name.”

“Harriet Louise is a mouthful,” Quinn said with a little laugh.

“How did you know her middle name?” Deborah asked.

“Uh… I remember now. Your uncle… told me about you two. You’re Deborah Mary, right?”

The woman squinted at them and said, “Yes, I am. You remember all that?”

“I do. Great memory.” Quinn tapped her temple before taking Abby’s hand again.

“Do you have any photos of the two of them?” Abby asked. “Your namesake and your sister’s?”

“Not on my phone, no. I don’t even know that my father had all that many. They weren’t well off people, and cameras were expensive back then.”

“Right. Of course.”

“Why?”

“We… both like old photos, is all,” Abby lied. “Quinn sells them sometimes, but we really just like looking at them and thinking about the history.”

“Right. Well, this has been interesting, to say the least, but I think I should be going now. I have to meet my sister soon.”

“How long are you in town? Maybe you can stop by again before you leave,” Quinn said.

“We’ll be leaving tomorrow. We’ve got a meeting this afternoon, and I have a flight tomorrow morning, so Harry will take me to the airport and head home from there. She lives a few hours from here, but I’m in New York City.”

“New York?”

“Brooklyn. We moved there for my husband’s job abouta decade ago, but when I retire in a couple of years, we’ll move back near here to be closer to the kids.”

“And finally, do that traveling?” Quinn guessed.

“That’s right. There’s a cruise to the Caribbean with my name on it.” Deborah smiled and took her phone back from Quinn. “Now, you’ll take care of my uncle’s shop, won’t you?”

“I will,” Quinn assured as she moved her arm around Abby’s shoulders.

“Wewill,” Abby added.