Back in her time by Patricia Corbett Bowman

I’d get to know him ’cause he’s my ancestor. I didn’t know anything about him. I’m adopted in my time, you see?”
    Sarge sat still. He stared hard at Taylor thinking. “So you’re not a Jerry spy who arranged that little capture back there?”
    Taylor’s face went ashen. “No, sir. I’m no spy. I’m trapped in this war with you somehow, that’s all.”
    â€œIt’s a little hard to swallow, Junior — ah, Taylor. Let me see if I understand. You came here out of nowhere from the future where you’re how old? This age?” Taylor nodded. “You somehow travelled through time to Italy from where?”
    â€œToronto, sir. I live in Toronto, but visit you in London, Ontario.”
    â€œSo what are you doing back in your time right now?”
    â€œSir, I don’t know. My time there seems all fuzzy. This is more real to me right now with you. I don’t know if I disappeared there or what. But ask me anything about your family. Back there you told me all kinds of things I’d need to know back here in your time. In fact, you trained me yourself with guns. That’s why I’m such a good shot.
    â€œAsk me something, anything about your family, about your future.”
    Sarge sat still for several seconds, thinking. “Where are my brothers, Sam and Edward?”
    â€œEddie, he’s called. He hates being called Edward. He’s posted over here somewhere, driving ambulances. You’ll run into him after you get to Rome, which the Yanks take credit for, by the way. Politics or something. Sam is stationed back in Toronto, stuck in a warehouse. He isn’t very happy. You probably have received letters from him. He told me back in my time how they wouldn’t let him come overseas since you and Eddie were already here. It would upset your mother if the three of you got killed. It’s okay, though, you and Eddie make it through. Oh, but ask Eddie about that scar on his arm. He doesn’t like to talk about it, though.” Taylor stopped and gulped air as if she had been swimming again.
    â€œWhat does my father do for a living?”
    â€œHe’s a farmer like you. You take over the family farm when he di — ”
    â€œAnd what about my sisters? What can you tell me about them?”
    â€œThe oldest, Margaret, is married, and let’s see … she gives birth to her oldest right after the war. Uncle David, her son, told me that. Helen doesn’t ever marry but stays on the farm and looks after your parents. Oh, and your little brother Herman loves pianos. He becomes a piano finisher and leaves the farm. He lives in Montreal now. Married a French girl. Oh, I guess this is all in the future. What can I tell you about right now?”
    â€œWhat kind of jobs did I have before I took over the farm?”
    â€œRemember I told you before that you were educated? You attended the University of Guelph for a year and took agriculture. Oh, that was after the war, too. What did you do before the war? I know! When you were courting Mary, you worked at the Hardware and Feed store in London, Ontario, on Ridout Street. That’s where you two met. Right? Right?”
    â€œAll right. You’ve got one for sure. And you do know my siblings’ names.”
    â€œYou have to admit it yourself, Pops — I mean, Sarge — that you don’t talk about anything personal. How else could I know this stuff?”
    â€œRecords. I still think you might have worked or known someone in records.”
    Taylor frowned. What can I tell him that will convince him I’m who I say I am?
    â€œThose times you cited me for bravery, remember? I wasn’t courageous. I knew that things would turn out ’cause you told me back in my time what would happen. The whole time I was swimming across that river, with bullets whizzing by, I knew I’d make it and get back to rescue you, ’cause the older you