The next day, Lin Xian and CC sat in the living room having breakfast, while the black and white television was showing the morning news.
"Your voice seems to have improved quite a bit."
CC said to Lin Xian, holding a sandwich with her fork:
"It feels less hoarse now, basically back to its original sound."
"Really."
Lin Xian cleared his throat and tried it out.
Indeed.
It might have been the fire subsiding, or perhaps yesterday's folk remedy "boiled egg flower" really worked:
"I don't know whether that's good news or bad news."
He said helplessly.
He looked at the calendar beside him.
CC had already flipped it to November 1, 1952 this morning.
There were only 4 days left until meeting Einstein at the Brooklyn Suburbs farm on November 5.
Actually...
Time is secondary.
Being early or late doesn't really matter.
The key is, how can he hide his voice and appearance? He surely can't wear a gorilla mask to meet Einstein?
Obviously not.
