Time Is a Pancake

Weed, wormholes, and Alaskan birch syrup

Vinyl squeaked as Paxton’s mom, red eyes and all, slid into the booth across from him. Paxton crunched ice and sighed through his nose. His mom saw it. “Don’t be so judgy, Pax. There’s nothing wrong with a little wake and bake. Weed’s legal in Alaska, even if the Fed’s haven’t gotten on board.”

“Trust me, Mom, I know. It’s just — ”

She cut him off with a …