Miles continued to eat breakfast and chat away with Nellie's mom for about another forty-five minutes. In reality, Miles wasn't the most talkative of people. He wasn't exactly Silent Bob, but he lived a lot in his head. Nellie and her mother on the other hand talked and talked and talked like women do, Miles figured. What surprised Miles was how much he was really getting into getting to know this old school woman, who was actually his great-grandmother who he had never had a chance to meet, as she had passed away before he was born. They got along great. Miles occasionally had to bite his tongue and not use colorful language in front of his late relative since he figured that a teenage girl with a potty mouth in the early 1950s was probably seen as abnormal. He also noticed that he was talking with his hands a lot more.
"So anyway" said Miles, "I'm going to go get dressed now."
Nellie's mother smiled, and said "Just remember, your father wants you home by seven. No more coming home at midnight, do you understand, sweetheart?"
Miles laughed. "I do."
He climbed the stairs, thinking of all the umpteen times his mom yelled at him for sneaking in at 3:00 A.M when he had school at 8:00 A.M. Looking around the home, he noticed different family portraits adorning the wall. Nellie's mom and dad were a handsome looking couple, and Nellie herself looked very pretty. He couldn't piece together at the moment that he was his own grandmother at her age, but subconsciously, he knew that he recognized Nellie's face from somewhere.
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After getting dressed in a pair of tan shorts, as Miles refused to don a skirt, a relatively unisex blouse, and pair of mary janes, Miles decided to see what 1950s America really looked like. Would it be like Back To The Future? Like Fallout, perhaps? He needed to know.