July 3, 1927
7:00 PM PDT

Marty smiled, as he set his guitar down - when he finished playing The Power of Love. As everyone applauded, he really felt elated. He quite found it to be a major pleasure to know that, even in the past, there were people who appreciated his musical talent. Indeed, it gave him a lot of confidence - and he hoped to, one day, become famous.

"That was fantastic, Huey Lewis!" praised Sarah, cheerfully. "I would love to hear you play some more - but Edna Strickland and the Stay Sober Society will be meeting here, in about half an hour. As a result, I'm really going to need to people to be very quiet."

"We can do that, Mrs. Brown," Marty replied, nervously. He wondered what the sister of Mr. Steven Strickland would be like, in this era. "Thank you for inviting us over."

"Oh, you're welcome," Sarah replied, smiling. "Hershel and I will be going into the den, for a little while. There are Coca-Colas in the refrigerator, if you folks get thirsty. Feel free to help yourself to some lemon drops, as well. We should be back, very soon."

"Thank you for your hospitality, Mrs. Brown," Sylvia replied, quietly. After Hershel and Sarah left the room, she muttered, "Man, I just cannot stand Edna Strickland. She has such a sanctimonious attitude. I really do hope to see Prohibition get repealed, soon."

"She moved back to Hill Valley, four months ago," Arthur added. "She really hates me. She's really hated me, ever since the... the incident... that happened four years ago. I can't really blame her, though. I never should've done what I did to her brother."

"You're really better off without her, Artie," Sylvia insisted, as she placed her hand on Artie's arm. "Even if you hadn't... done what you did... Things would've really taken a drastic turn, and you would simply... be in a very unhappy relationship. You have me, now. I find you to be a very charming man, Artie - and I would love to be your wife."

"Sylvia is right, Artie," Marty agreed, softly. From what he knew of Edna Strickland, it was a good thing that his grandfather ended up not marrying her. "It's sure best that you stop thinking about... what happened between you and Edna. It's in the past."

"I... I suppose you're right," Artie stammered, nervously. "Still, I simply can't help but feel bad that the Stricklands are... against me. I just wish that I could turn back time, and change history. I'm rather grateful that Harry Collins is still my friend, at least."

"Well, what is done is done," Sylvia pointed out, gently. "There is no sense in fretting over the past." She turned to Marty, as she asked, "How about telling me a bit about yourself, Huey? Where are you visiting from? Do you have a girlfriend or a wife?"

"I, uh, came from San Francisco," Marty stammered. "I have a girlfriend. Her name is Jennifer, uh, Wells. Jennifer Wells. She quite wanted to come along, but she... Well, she simply had to stay at home - because... Well, her grandmother is quite sick - and she... We don't know how much longer she has to live, so she decided to spend..."

"Aw, that really is a shame!" Sylvia cried out, sympathetically. "My grandmother died, almost a year ago. I simply miss her. She always made such delicious fruit soup, and I always have managed to eat a whole bowl of it - although it tends to be very filling."

"That is very sad," Marty replied, quietly. Mentally, he wanted to kick himself. Why did he even bring the subject up? "I'm close to my grandmother, too. I love her cookies."

"My grandmother makes wonderful cookies, too," Sylvia explained, "but fruit soup was her specialty. In fact, I quite do plan on making it for my own children - after Artie and I get married. I never knew my other grandmother, as she opted to stay in Sweden."

"Grandpa Seamus' specialty is pancakes," Artie added, with a small smile. "I could eat six of them, in fact. They're just so delicious. We should come over to his house, one of these days. Huey, you should also come along. I think he would love to meet you. You should bring Bert and Ernie along, as well. By the way, where did they go?"

"I believe they're in, uh, Emmett's room," Marty replied. "They wanted to see some of his toys. How about the twins? How are Agnes and Anita doing? I guess they must be about fourteen, now. They were so adorable. Does Anita still like pink and purple?"

"That she does," Artie replied, smiling. "Anita and Agnes are doing great. Anita loves listening to jazz and going to the cinemas, and Agnes just enjoys writing poetry. You should read some of her poems, sometimes. She even wrote one for Sylvia and me."

"And I have that one framed," Sylvia added. "I love spending time with the twins. It's amazing to see just how close they are, even if they have different interests. I really love Sari a lot, even if we aren't exactly twins. We look a lot alike, though - so people have simply mistaken us for being twins. I'll have to introduce you to her, tomorrow."

"That sounds wonderful, uh, Sylvia," Marty replied, flashing a lopsided smile. "I feel a little bit jealous, though. At times, I kinda wish that I... had a twin." He sighed, as he thought of the few universes that he encountered - in which he did have a twin. "It'd be so much fun. I have an older sister, but we're not... we're really not that close."

"Well, it's not to say that Sari and I never fight," Sylvia explained. "We actually do get along more often than not, though. We do not look exactly alike, though - so we can't really do things like pretend to each other, as identical twins are very fond of doing."

"I guess it's not that my sister and I really hate each other," Marty replied, softly. "I'm just not that close to her, because we simply don't have that much in common. I really do care about her, though. If something bad was to happen to her, I'd feel terrible."

"At least, it's not like between Jill and Jiff," Artie pointed out, quietly. "They don't get along, at all. Jill has always been so nice, while her brother has... Sometimes, I really wonder if they're even part of the same family. They just seem to be too different."

Marty nodded, as he understood just what his grandfather meant. The idea of having someone like Jiff Tannen for a brother made him shudder. He then wondered if, in the Biffhorrific timeline, Cliff and Miff Tannen had been stepbrothers to his counterpart. It certainly had to be complete nightmare to his counterpart, if that had been the case.

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Verne really was fascinated, as he glanced at the toys that his father owned. He just felt tempted to bring some of them back to 1987, but he knew that it would be wrong to steal. He knew that his father really ended up losing a lot of possessions, when his mansion burnt down in the year 1961 - which had to be more than a little sad for him.

"I see that you really like my toy soldiers," Emmett commented, smiling. "They were all given to me by Oddball Uncle Oliver. People say that he's a real strange man, but he's also very nice. I really enjoy spending time with him. He wants to be a filmmaker."

"He does sound like a great person," Verne replied, admiringly. From what his father said, Oddball Uncle Oliver never did shoot an entire film. "Your Noah's ark looks very nice, too. I like all the little animals that come with it. You must never get bored."

"I don't understand how anyone can get bored," Emmett replied, shaking his head. "I do have something called an 'imagination' - which always keeps me entertained, even when I don't have my toys. I quite enjoy thinking about the moon. I wonder what it's like, and if people live there. I think it'd be nifty, if there were people on the moon."

"I enjoy going outside at night," Jules replied, "and looking at the stars. Actually, I like to go outside at dusk - and watch the stars pop out, as the sky quite gets darker. The sunset is also nice to watch. I really love to watch the sky turn from daylight to dark."

"I enjoy doing that, too," Emmett replied, cheerfully. "Sometimes, Mom will take me up the hill - so that we can watch the sun set below the horizon. It is very nifty to watch. After we head back to the house, she then lets me have ice cream with strawberries."

"That sounds very delicious," Verne replied, as he suddenly felt hungry. "Do you think your mom would let us have some, now. It's be nice to watch the sunset with you."

"Not tonight, I'm afraid," Emmett replied, shaking his head. "Tonight, the Stay Sober Society is coming for a meeting - which is led by someone named Edna Strickland."

"Why are they meeting at your place?" Verne asked, confused. Indeed, he knew Edna Strickland - and he did not like her, at all. She lived in an apartment by the Courthouse Square, and she always used her bullhorn to yell at everyone. "Do your parents..."

"Dad supports Prohibition," Emmett explained, "and the Stay Sober Society chooses to meet here, since we have a big house. Mom isn't against liquor, but she had agreed to it, since Edna is paying to use our place. I really don't like it, when they come over."

"We heard about the Stricklands," Jules replied, nodding. "I mean, Huey told us about them. I really hate it, when people try to force their moral beliefs onto other people. I quite think it's very annoying that some people can't... can't just live and let live. Why can't people... such as the Stricklands... just butt out and mind their own business?"

"Prohibition was a real mistake," Emmett replied, softly. "I think there's nothing wrong with liquor, as long as people simply are careful with it. Mom agrees, but Dad believes that the Stay Sober Society are good folks who just want to protect human society."

Verne sighed, as he felt dismayed to learn that his grandfather would actually support someone like Edna Strickland. Granted, it was a different era - but it was quite hard to imagine Edna being that different. He just had a feeling that her motive really was not concern for human society - but, rather, a desire to control what other people did.