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from falling over. Funny. I probably never would have met Cris if this apple
tree hadn’t been here. But I climbed it and there Cris was. Jeremy leans
over the apple-arm like he’s done it a hundred times.

“How did a castle get out here? There isn’t any road.” He’s still
fuss-ing. “Hey look!” He points. “Is that your friend? In the wheelchair?”

“Yeah, that’s Cris.” I grab the apple branches and kind of let myself
down, kind of slide down the wall.

“Hi, Melanie.” Cris tries to push the wheelchair closer, but the vines
that grow all over the ground always seem to tangle up in the wheels. They
remind me of skinny, green Mr. Beasleys, and I don’t think they like me any
more than he does. At least they’re always trying to wrap around my ankles
and trip me. I don’t know how he gets into the castle at night. Maybe his
uncle carries him. I wonder why they don’t just get a Weed Eater and chop
all those vines down.

Cris doesn’t look good. His brown arms are real skinny and his black
hair is stuck to his forehead today, like he’s been sweating, but it’s only May
and not very warm at all. His words are the color of dog poop.

“I can’t make these vines let go.” He gives up and slumps in his chair.
“Hi,” he says, as Jeremy kind of falls down the wall. “Nice to meet you. I’m
Cris.”

“Hi, I’m Jeremy.” Jeremy shakes what looks like a bird’s nest out of
his hair. “I’ve lived here all my life and never heard of a castle back in here.”
He looks around. “This is so cool.”

“Oh, it’s a true-shape.” Cris shrugs. “You probably saw something
else here is all. You know ... a house or a barn or something.”

Jeremy looks real blank. Okay, here goes.

“He’s magic, Jeremy,” I say. “There’s this whole world around us and
we don’t even know it’s there.” You know, I used to think I’d maybe made it
up, like my teachers said, all the stuff I used to see when my mom was
around. But then I found Cris and he told me I wasn’t making it all up. “You
just don’t usually see it,” I tell Jeremy. “Unless you’re around some-body
magic.”
 “Ooookay,” Jeremy finally says, real slow. He gives me this look, like
he thinks I’m jerking him around. And I could get Cris to show him, but I’m
too worried.

“We got a new principal today,” I blurt out. “Cris, he’s like you. Weird
stuff happened when he walked in the room.”

“Puking is weird?” Jeremy gives me another look.