At the next table, taking a break both from her playing and from chasing hints of her husband, Curnen was scrolling through her Facebook feed. She hadn't particularly wanted to get any sort of social media; when she'd been lost to the world back in the 60s you could pretend at privacy in a way that you couldn't anymore. That was worth missing, as far as she was concerned.

A video started playing--blasting, really--and at first she tried to find a way to turn it off... until she saw what it was.

Her baby cousin Page had shared it, some girls from the high school. Janet Harper was supposed to be a savant, proficient in any instrument she lay her hands on. Most any Tufa could play and sing better than a normal human, but Janet's band, Little Trouble Girls, showed signs of actually having a decent shot at a career. The song was one of their own, and it had energy, heart, and craft beyond what you'd expect of teenage girls in a garage.

Curnen stopped to watch, smiling for real for the first time in hours. "Awww..."