Talking didn't solve anything, and didn't do us much good in dispelling the nightmares, either. We both had nightmares that night. On the way to school the next day, we walked at the back of the line so we could have a little privacy to talk. There was only one thing we could think of. Fortunately, it was the smart tactic.
At lunchtime, instead
of going back to NCH, Kurt and I ran all the way to Divine's Emporium. Our logic
was sound, at least, as sound as two elementary-age children could come up with.
We just weren’t sure we were allowed to cross that five-lane street without someone
who was over age twelve. Still, we had to do it. Miss Angela was the source of all
the comic books that Kurt and I used to formulate our superhero rules, and to learn
what we could possibly do someday. She was the source of all the wonderful, magical
things in our lives. Besides, she had the Wishing Ball, and the clearest thought
in my sleep-deprived mind was that I could make a wish and make the nightmares go
away.
Angela was spreading cinders
on the flagstone path in front of Divine's Emporium, outside of the wrought iron
fence, when we ran up the long street. She stopped and put the bucket down inside
the fence and then turned and watched us coming, her arms wrapped tight around herself.
The closer we came, the sadder her expression grew, so that by the time we were
about ten yards away, we had slowed down. The last thing I wanted in the world was
to disappoint Miss Angela, and I was sure Kurt felt the same. By the time we got
to within maybe ten feet of her, I was wishing I could turn around and run back
to NCH and make Miss Angela forget we had come there. She had to know we were supposed
to be heading home for lunch, or at least I was. Kurt packed his lunch like all
the other NCH kids did in cold or rainy weather, so he could stay at school to eat.
"I'm so sorry,"
Miss Angela said, and went down on one knee, holding her arms open wide for us.
We ran to her and I nearly cried from relief when she hugged us.
"So we're not dead
meat?" Kurt said, when she released us and gestured for us to go ahead of her
through the gate.
"Not on my watch.
No, you two are in very good odor. Although… Well, we'll just have to think of a
totally reasonable cover story and make it true. That's one of the laws of the guardians
of Neighborlee. While we have many secrets, there are many truths that the ordinary
people of this town don't need to know, for their own good and their own mental
wellbeing. Can we truly call anyone ordinary who lives in Neighborlee?" She
frowned slightly as we trooped up the cinder-strewn path to the front porch of Divine's.
Then her frown turned to a smile, she winked, and chuckled as the door swung open
while we were three steps away.