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can of Coke. “Here’s a flashlight, in case I can’t come back out right away.
Don’t shine it out the window or Mom might see. I’ll be back as quick as I
can.” And Jeremy jumps down from the fort and heads for the house.

It’s starting to get kind of cold. I open the Coke and sit down by Cris. I
hand it to him and he drinks some and sits up. That warm Coke is the best
thing I’ve ever tasted and we finish the can in about a minute. Birds are
making night noises; soft pink and blue and green, little bursts of light, like
the fireflies I remember from when we lived in Ohio once.

“How can you be a First Born and not know about magic?” Cris asks
after a while.

I think about that for a while. “I never really knew it was magic, I
guess.” I shrug. “That’s just how the world was . . . there were Shy Folk, and
unicorns, and some animals talked to her and some didn’t.” I shrug.

“How did . . . how did Zoroan take her?”

I swallow. I still dream about it. Nightmares. “She . . . fell through a
door that just opened up one day. We were walking in the woods. I was
pretty little.” I shrug, although I can still see that door and the nothingness
behind it, and the look on her face as she fell backward through it. “Dad
said never ever talk about it. And I don’t. Until I met you,” I tell him. “And I
don’t know ...” I look down at the empty Coke can. “I guess I was start-ing
to think that. . . you know ... it maybe didn’t happen the way I re-member. “
No sign of Jeremy. His mom found out, probably, and he’s in real trouble. I
wonder if he’ll rat on us. Maybe, if he’s in too much trouble. He didn’t really
want us to come here. Will they call the police? Give Cris back to Mr.
Teleomara, like Jeremy thinks? I watch for the muddy gray sound of a
police car, and I watch for silver, and what does it matter if I see ‘em? What
are we gonna do about it? And I think of Cris screaming and it all of a
sudden hits me that Zoroan did that to my mom, too. And then I realize Cris
is crying, real soft, a dark gold sound that makes me even sad-der.

And I put my arm around him because I know he’s thinking the same
thing.

“Hey, you guys there?”
 Jeremy’s whisper sounds so good. “Yeah, we’re here,” I say, and I
want to hug him as he scrambles into the fort, lugging a backpack. “You
didn’t tell.”

“What d’you mean? Did you really think I would? Thanks, Melanie. I
don’t run out on my friends.” His words come out an ugly orange.

“I’m sorry.” And I mean it. “I guess ... I never really had a real friend
before. I kind of don’t know the rules. Did you get into trouble?”

“Oh, tons. Gimme that flashlight.” He sets the backpack down on the