Wood Sprites(12)
Key words appeared at the edges of the screen indicating linked stories. In the top left was a mini-window showing the original story that spawned the current events. The United Nations had set up only a one-mile-wide band around Pittsburgh. When the Earth city shifted to Elfhome, a virgin forest of towering ironwood trees took its place. The lack of magic kept invasion species from taking hold in Pennsylvania but it hadn’t stopped humans wrecking havoc. A few weeks earlier, someone had managed to illegally log part of the forest, triggering a call from the United Nations to increase the zone to ten miles wide. It would, however, cut deep into several towns that had grown up at the edge of the zone.
“The Waldorf Astoria serves as the embassy for the representatives of the Royal Court of Elfhome when they’re on Earth. Currently, however, there are no elves in residence.”
“Exactly!” their mother cried. “So why are they there?”
“The famous landmark hotel will be the site of a black-tie event on Saturday evening for the Forest Forever, an United Nations Foundation charity that advocates against deforestation worldwide. Celebrity Supporter, Lady Lavender of Teal is scheduled to arrive sometime today.”
Their mother cried out as if stabbed.
“Isn’t that one of your events?” Jillian asked.
“Yes.”
The garage door opened and closed as their father arrived.
He came padding in the back door, dressed in scrubs. “Sorry I’m late.” He gestured toward the TV that still was covering the protests. “Apparently the protests screwed up all the traffic in Manhattan.”
“You took the car?” Jillian asked.
Their father found this funny for some reason. “Yes, detective, I took the car.”
“You only take the car when you have stuff to pick up,” Louise said.
He took his chair, canting his head to their mother and spreading his hands in a plea for help.
She sat beside him. “Our daughters have decided to join the Girl Scouts, and on Saturday they will be selling cookies.”
“This Saturday? On their birthday?”
Louise winced and glanced at Jillian. They’d forgotten in the flood of information on their genetic donors and siblings, both born and unborn. “We weren’t doing anything special on Saturday. You had your event.”
“I had that covered.” Their mother used “had” instead “have” to indicate that the news report meant she might have to work after all. “And you didn’t want a party, but doesn’t mean we can’t plan something special for just the family sometime on Saturday.”
Louise exchanged another wince with Jillian. They’d turned down a party because they weren’t really friends with any of the kids in class. “Sunday is just as good as Saturday.”
Their mother nodded in agreement, probably because she had no way to foresee her work schedule.
“What do we do about their present?” their father asked.
“What present?” the twins cried.
“We can give it to them early,” their mother said. “But dinner first. Our food is getting cool.”
They ate with Louise wondering what their parents might have gotten them. She could almost hear the capital “p” in “present” that indicated that it was expensive. Her father had taken the car out and picked it up today, so it was something too large to carry home on the subway. Her father obviously thought it was a wonderful gift and that they would love it. Her mother was more reserved; the twins might not like it as much as their father expected them to. Which parent was right? What could they possibly gotten the girls? What did they want? Jillian would want a camera to replace the one they’d blown up. A camera wouldn’t have required the car. Louise would want a dog, or a pony or a monkey, but those were all impossible since their father was allergic to animal dander.
Judging by the looks that Jillian was giving her, Jillian couldn’t guess either.
Finally the meal was judged over and their father went back out into the garage. A moment later he was back, empty-handed.
“Where is…” And then Louise saw it and squealed in pure excitement. It was a dog! A pony-sized dog! For a moment she was filled with shimmer-bright pure joy, and in her delight, missed the first clues.
Then Jillian said quietly, “Oh, Lou.” And she knew that something was horribly wrong with the gift, and as her excitement drained away, she saw that the dog wasn’t real.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Their dad had missed her crash and burn. “You really have to look closely at it to see that it’s a robot.”
“Yes.” She forced herself to agree. It was a big, square dog, nearly as tall as the twins, with pure white legs and belly. A creamy grey poured over its back. Its tail, face and ears were black with just a little white around its nose and muzzle. Its tail curled tight into a loop of gray that ended with a tip of white. If it had been real, it would have been the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.