All Steve could do was listen in horror to her story as they went up the stairs. What kind of person did that? He'd known his fair share of men in the forties who were playboys, but it'd never been this casual. The future was just too strange for Steve, sometimes.

"I'm so sorry," Steve said, not that it was his fault. (And he'd never tell Toni, but he was a little glad the baseball player had turned out to be a jerk.) "Did you get to eat, at least?"