Dinosaur Bridge
"Cynthia, Harold, come here!" 'Professor' Maundersly's high, cracked voice echoed through the old house that nestled against the slope of MountTabor, on the east side of Portland. Cynthia, stretched out on the lumpy living room sofa, looked up from the textbook she was studying and raised one perfectlyformed eyebrow at her father, languidly brushing long blond hair back from her forehead. "He's your father, you go see what he wants this time." "He's your mother's father, not mine....