Lightning in a BottleChapter 37 Down to Two
June 2, 1983 "Could I speak to Larry Weatherby, please?" I asked the receptionist as soon as she picked up the phone. "One moment," she intoned, before putting me on hold. I waited for a couple of minutes. The recipient of this call, a good friend of mine in the other timeline, and a not-quite-as-close friend in this one, was presumably being summoned from somewhere in the warehouse. I recalled that the prevailing policy was rather lax about phone calls while working, and I knew I...