"round": In 500 words (or 100 words if you prefer), tell what happens when something is round

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Dylan

I caught Will's eye and pointed my chin to the hall. He excused himself, and we stepped away to talk in low voices.

"It's the middle of April in 1982," I informed him. "How are we going to get home?"

He grinned and put his arm around me. "Do we want to go home? Your father probably hasn't realized that you've moved through time yet. And when he does, he's going to have a hard time tracking you. I think we should stay."

I narrowed my eyes at him. I didn't trust him. Well, I mean, I trusted him about some things, but he seemed eager to stay in the past. Why? I knew in my gut it was more than just that. Still, he had a point. I shrugged off his arm and sighed. "What do you suggest?"

His eyes gleamed. He was up to something, yet his next suggestion was completely logical. "The first thing we should do is find a place to stay. I'll ask Margaret about it."

We headed back into the kitchen, where Margaret insisted we join her at the table for more tea and scones. I tried not to wolf mine down; the hamburger and fries I'd eaten before the bar were long gone. I still didn't follow the conversation between the two of them, but I tried.

Will turned to me and said, "We're in luck! Margaret's daughter, Jan, is looking for boarders in the city. She is stopping by today. We can ask her about the place when she gets here."

"Thank you," I said to Margaret. The woman patted my mind, "Never ye mind, deary. 'Tis a small thing."

We heard a vehicle rumble to a stop outside and, shortly thereafter, the front door open and closed.

"Ma! I'm home!" a young woman's voice called.

"We're in the kitchen, luv! I've got guests!" her mother answered.

"Guests?" the young woman said as she all but waddled into the kitchen. Her very round, very pregnant belly was covered with an enormous neon pink sweater that was nearly a dress. Though, in 1982 fashion, I suppose it was supposed to be. She wore it over bright neon green leggings. Her hair was teased high, and her earrings were as big and color-matching-loud as expected. "Hi! I'm Jan," she said, holding a hand out to me.

I took it and shook it lightly. "Dylan."

Being the letch that he was, Will was on his feet, reaching for her hand before our handshake was complete. "William. But you can call me Will. All my friends do."

Her head cocked to the side as he kissed her hand. "Are we friends, then?"

I stifled a giggle. She'd seen through him right away. I liked her immediately.

"Ye want a tassie of tea?" her mother asked her as Will pulled out the remaining chair for her to lower herself into.

"Yes, please," she answered, clearly relieved to be sitting. "And a plain scone. I don't want to make a mess."

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