“It’s a long way to the wizard’s house and we should get to know each other better.”
He tipped his head to the side. “Why? Aren’t you going to move to some luxury apartment in New York as soon as we get home?” My gaze went to his, trying to figure out if he cared or was just curious. I couldn’t tell. His eyes were intent and a little bit amused.
“Maybe not,” I said. “I haven’t decided. Besides, you brought up hometowns again. That’s off the list. You have to talk about something else.”
He shook his head. “This is such a girl thing—talking about what we’re going to talk about. With guys, if you’ve got a question, you ask it.”
“Okay,” I said, deciding to use the opening he’d given me. “I have a question. Why didn’t you go out for football this year?” His head swung over to me in surprise. “Where did that question come from?”
I fingered my reins. “I asked some girls at school about you. One said you didn’t go out for football or student body because you stopped caring about people at school.”
He let out a grunt. “How did my personal life get on your approved conversation list?”
“We’re doing this the guy way,” I reminded him. “I had a question. So is it true?”
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He paused and looked out at the forest. “I stopped doing extracur-ricular things because I have two younger sisters who want to be driv-en to dance lessons and need help with their homework. I have to be there for them since our mom isn’t.” He let out an irritated sigh. “I’m assuming you know about my mom too. The gossipy girls at school didn’t leave out that part?”
“They said she died over a year ago. That’s all.”
“She was hit by a drunk driver. Probably a teenager. They never found out who.”
Maybe by someone at school, then. I could see how that would make a person feel less social. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, everybody is sorry. That topic is off the list.” I didn’t speak for a few moments. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing again.
He looked over at me, and his expression softened. “I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
He hadn’t, really. “It’s okay,” I said.
He looked out at the forest again, but this time his posture had a tightness about it. “You’re lucky, you know—about the whole wish business.”
That made me laugh. “I don’t feel so lucky right now.”
“No, I mean you’re lucky that you had three wishes, and all you wanted was a visit from Robin Hood and some gold.” It wasn’t all I had wanted, but the point was the same. I didn’t ask what he would have wished for. I already knew, and it was off the list.
We spoke about other things. He told me about his sisters, and I told him about Kendall. We talked about what we would do when we got home. I wanted to sleep someplace that was not a barn floor. He wanted to eat a lot of junk food.
But the entire time we spoke, I thought about his wish.
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Hours went by. We stopped at another village long enough to feed and water the horses. Once we had eaten and they had rested, we went back to the trail. It was harder to climb back on the horse this time. I had ridden for so long my legs had gone beyond aching. They throbbed, and each bounce in the horse’s step made it worse.
I wished I had thought to ask at the last village if I could buy some kind of painkiller. People here must have some sort of herb or something they used. Better yet, I should have thought to take some ibuprofen from my parents’ provisions. They had a first-aid kit. I’d seen it next to a box of toilet paper—which was another thing I wished I’d brought. The privy at the last village had something that resembled corn husks.
In order to take my mind off the pain in my legs, I took the magic book out of my saddlebag. I might as well try to think up new morals.
I flipped through the book. A new painting of Hudson and me horseback riding had appeared. Hudson’s uniform looked crisp, and his black horse gleamed in the sunlight. I wore a sapphire blue dress with lace sleeves. The painting also showed me wearing some sort of blue bejeweled hat. In reality, I was pretty sure I still had bits of straw entwined in my hair.
The prose read, “The next day the guard and the miller’s daughter rode through the forest. Little did she realize the surprise that awaited her.”
I caught my breath and turned the page, but it was blank. No painting, no words. “Hudson, you need to see this!” He looked over his shoulder and I waved the book at him. “It says something is waiting for us. A surprise.”