高中2年级 - 小说 阅读指导

　　
　　The night of 1969. Nick and I were in the lab, about to make a baby.
　　
　　“Dads?” A woman popped out of nowhere.
　　
　　Alerted. “How’d you get in? Leave, now!.”
　　
　　“I’m from the future.”
　　
　　“Ridiculous!” I said. “You psycho.”
　　
　　She fiddled with our cultivation vessels. “Andrew, I came not to argue, but borrow money; America is having hard times.”
　　
　　“Yeah right,” I chuckled, “Nixon will find a way.”
　　
　　“Bush had his turn and Obama promised a better Economy but there’s no progress.”
　　
　　Bush what? Obama who? “Yeah. Yeah. I ain’t giving you nothin. Go cheat money elsewhere.”
　　
　　“It’s okay. Glad to meet you, Nick. Andrew told me my other dad died before I was one. You’re even cuter than I imagined.” She winked slyly.
　　
　　Nick turned pale.
　　
　　Two years later when our baby turned one, Nick yelled “In your face! I aint dead yet!”
　　
　　“Kidding!” was her first word.
　　
　　By phoebe
　　2012-4-30