I’m mean, sure, his mother’s maiden name was Walker which just happens to be the maiden name of Jane Austen’s mother. And yes, my parents live at Robin’s Roost, which is the old Walker farm that just happens to have been in our family since the mid-1800s, but that’s total coincidence.
Clearly, my family has a long history.
I mean, look at this picture of my Mom! It was taken in the mid-1950s, so clearly there’s no time-travelling happening. That would just be silly.
If you do not change your hairstyle from time to time, Ms. Austen, you will fool no one.
Which one is your mom?
The young woman in the dress with the large houndstooth pattern. The other woman is Grandma.
I was joking, and now I feel like . . . well, I better not say in quasi-victorian company.
The legendary grandma Robinette? (Which is not only a suggested word on my tablet, but then thinks it ought be followed by Kowal). Or t’other?
But, la! Jane and the Walkers make it rather too obvious. They may own no cerulean boxes, nor gull wing’d cars, yet their friends manifestly do.
Also, from current photos of your mother, we may know what Miss A would have looked like had she lived to a sturdy age in the 1800’s.
Oh, Jane.
Jane, Jane, Jane.
You are fooling no one.
Especially not Fox Mulder.
Wasn’t there an X-File episode about this?
… checking …
Nope!
But there should be!
You know, when I clicked on a link here, I half… no, I three quarters expected to see a picture of your father with his ’85 DeLorean.