Magic Nation Thing (15 page)

Inside the big closet, Abby closed the door before she turned on the light. She knew what she was looking for and where it would be. Just inside the door there were two hooks where the boys hung their pajamas. The higher one, Woody’s, was empty, but a small pair of Spider-Man pajamas still dangled from the lower hook. Clutching Sky’s pj’s in both arms, Abby closed her eyes and waited.

Once again the warmth was swift and strong, and the spinning shapes formed even more quickly than before. And there again was what had to be the interior of a car—seats covered with dark leather, and, all around, the glassy gleam of windows. This time she could even hear the throbbing hum of a motor and feel a slight sensation of motion. The car was moving, and… lying across a rear seat was a lumpy bundle that ended in a familiar tousle of dark blond hair. Abby gasped in amazement and for a hopeful moment she wondered if they’d found him and he was on his way home in the ski patrol’s van. But then she knew that couldn’t be true, because they would have called immediately if he’d been found. So what she was seeing was just another trick of her imagination, some kind of cruel meaningless deception. Dropping the pajamas, she ran back to bed.

S
OME TIME LATER ABBY
woke up to a series of startling sounds. There were footsteps on the stairs—running footsteps—and then a voice calling. Daphne’s voice, she realized, calling, “Girls. Girls, wake up. Someone found Sky. He’s all right.”

Holding a cell phone in one hand, Daphne Borden threw open the door and dashed into the room as Abby and Paige, still only half awake, staggered toward her.

“Where? Where is he? Who found him? Did someone call?” The questions tumbled over each other, and Daphne’s answers did too. “He’s on his way here. A man named”—she stopped to glance at a piece of paper—“named Jackson Baker called to say that they’d found Sky. Then Sky got on the phone and he said, ‘I’m okay, Mom. I don’t think I’m kidnapped. He says he’s taking me home.’” Daphne paused again and then caught her breath in a way that sounded almost like a sob. Shaking her head, she added uncertainly, “Mr. Baker asked for our address and when I told him, he repeated it and I could hear Sky in the background saying, ‘I told you so.’ So I guess they’re on their way here from…” Her voice trailed away to an uncertain “from Truckee.”

“From Truckee?” Paige and Abby repeated in unison. And then Woody, who had just stumbled into the room, made it into a question. “How did Sky get all the way to Truckee?”

“I don’t know. Mr. Baker didn’t say. He was calling from his car. He said the snow on the road is very bad now but they’re following a snowplow and they’ll be here as soon as possible.”

“And Dad? Does Dad know?” Paige asked.

“Yes. I called him. They were searching in the forest way out past the Far East Express. But now he’s on his way here with the ski patrol. Put on your robes and come downstairs. It won’t be long now.”

It wasn’t really long but it seemed like forever. A forever of sitting around the kitchen table wondering how in the world Sky had gotten to Truckee and watching Woody run to the window every few minutes and come back shaking his head.

Mr. Borden and the ski patrol guys arrived first, their van sliding and slipping up the snowy driveway. But while they were still taking off their coats in the snow porch, there was the clanking sound of another car with chained tires coming up the driveway. A few seconds later Sky dashed into the kitchen. Daphne ran to grab him up and then all the Bordens and Abby too were around him, patting his head and back while he buried his face against his mother’s shoulder.

There were other voices then, men’s voices, and when Abby turned around, a stranger was shaking hands with the patrolmen and introducing himself. “The name is Baker,” he was saying. “Jackson Baker.”

Daphne sat Sky down on the edge of the kitchen counter while everyone said hello to Jackson Baker and started thanking him for finding Sky and bringing him home.

“Where on earth did you find him?” Daphne asked.

The guy named Jackson grinned. “On the backseat of our car. We—my wife and I—had no idea he was there and then just as we were about to pull into our driveway he started talking. Really gave us a start.”

Suddenly everyone was looking at Sky. “Skyler?” Sher Borden said, and that one word was a question. A very big question.

“Okay,” Sky said. “I ran away because I was mad at them.” He pointed to Abby and Paige. “I was just going to go to the center but then I saw
them
going there…” This time he pointed to Abby and then to Woody. “I saw them coming so I went the other way. And then it was starting to snow and I was cold so I went all the way to
our
car.” Sky emphasized the word
our.

Abby and Paige exchanged significant glances.

“Only when I got there I couldn’t get the key out.” Sky looked at his father as he went on. “I know how to do it, Dad. I remembered how. Only there was so much ice inside the bumper. I tried and tried and I couldn’t get the key out. It was cold and snowing and then I saw a guy coming skiing really fast.”

Sitting on the edge of the counter, Sky pantomimed someone doing speedy cross-country skiing. “His car was near ours and he opened the door and reached in and then he went away fast. Real fast. And then…” Sky stopped talking, squinted his eyes, and nodded his head, making an expression that said something like “And then I got a good idea.”

“Then I went over and tried and I was right.” He grinned at Mr. Baker. “You forgot to click your door locker. So I got inside and sat in the backseat. But I wasn’t much warmer until I found a big sleeping bag right there on the floor. And then…” He paused and then went on sheepishly. “And then I guess I went to sleep.”

They all looked around, giving each other “Oh, I get it” expressions, but Sky wasn’t finished. “And when I woke up I was riding in a car with a stranger, like Mom says not to. With
two
strangers.” Sky shrugged and grinned. “I was kind of scared, I guess. But when I asked them if I was kidnapped, the lady kidnapper screamed, and he”—Sky pointed at Mr. Baker—“he stopped the car so fast I rolled off the seat.”

After everyone stopped laughing, Mr. Baker told about how he and his wife had been skiing and it wasn’t until they came back to the village and started to go to a restaurant that he realized he’d left his wallet in his car. So he went to get it. “And I must have forgotten to lock the car. By the time we’d finished eating,” he said, “the storm was so bad we decided to pack it in and go back to Truckee as fast as we could.” He grinned. “And then, just as we got there, we discovered we had a stowaway.”

It was very late, maybe almost midnight, when Abby and Paige were back on the window seat, staring out at the storm—and talking and talking and talking. They laughed a lot too, especially at first while they were going over everything that had happened. Things such as how scared the Bakers must have been when a mysterious voice came out of the darkness at the back of their car. And the way Sky politely asked them if he was kidnapped.

But when the talking finally stopped, they went on sitting there—thinking. At least that’s what Abby was doing, and she knew that Paige was too. And she was afraid she also knew exactly what Paige was thinking about. But maybe not. Maybe Paige was just remembering how she’d felt when it had looked as if Sky was lost in the storm and maybe frozen to death, and at the same time remembering how often she’d said she would like to wring his neck.

Abby was pretty sure she did know what Paige was thinking, but just to be sure, she said, “I guess you were pretty glad to have Sky back, even though he’s a monster sometimes. Is that what you were thinking?”

Paige nodded. “Yeah. I thought about that for a while.” She grinned at Abby. “I even told myself to remember how I felt when I thought he was dead the next time I’m about to strangle him.”

Abby grinned back and swallowed a sigh of relief. But the relief didn’t last long, because Paige went right on talking and what she said next was “But that’s not what I’m into right now. What I’m thinking right now is…” She turned to give Abby one of her neon-lit, super-focused stares. “What I’m thinking right now is,
you haven’t outgrown it after all.
You did it again. Didn’t you?”

Abby sighed and nodded. “I guess so.”

“What do you mean you guess so? You saw that Sky was in that car.”

“I saw a car. At first I thought it was your car, and then when he wasn’t there, I thought I had just been fooling myself. That I must have made it all up.”

Paige shrugged and said, “Humph! The insides of cars look pretty much alike, particularly when it’s so dark. So thinking it was our car when it was really that Baker guy’s doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean your Magic Nation thing wasn’t working. Does it?”

“No, I guess not, and then when I tried again…” Overwhelmed by the sudden memory of what she had seen, Abby fell silent.

“When you tried again? When did you try again?”

“Last night. After you went to sleep, I went to the boys’ room and I held Sky’s pajamas and I saw him in a car again—only this time the car was moving. I could even feel the motion and hear the motor. But I didn’t believe it. I was sure it was fooling me again, and I was so frightened, and angry too. Like my imagination was playing tricks on me or something. So I came back to bed and the next thing I knew your mother was calling us and…” Abby hushed again, thinking, So it was right. I did see it right.

“Y-e-a-h!” Paige drawled the word out long enough for it to mean a lot of important things. “So that
proves
you can still do it.”

Abby eyed Paige warily, wondering what might be coming next. Wondering, for instance, if Paige had gotten around to returning the Plump Jack’s napkin, or if she might pull it out any minute and demand that Abby make another try at locating Alex and Pablo.

Paige was grinning slyly, and then as if she’d been reading Abby’s mind, she said, “Don’t worry. I don’t have that napkin anymore. I gave it to Mom and told her I’d carried it out of the restaurant by mistake, and she said she’d take it back.” The grin faded and Paige went on. “I guess it’s just that you were right when you said it only worked about something important.”

Abby looked up quickly—hopefully.

“Not that meeting Alex and Pablo wasn’t important,” Paige went on quickly, “but I guess compared to finding Sky…” She shrugged.

“That’s right,” Abby put in, feeling somewhat relieved. “That’s what I think. It worked this time because it was important.”

Paige was nodding as she stood up, readjusted her blankets, and headed back to bed. She was almost there when she turned back and said, “So now what we have to do is look for some
really important
crimes to investigate.”

B
REAKFAST THE NEXT MORNING
was… well… different. The wind had died away and the snow had stopped except for the large clumps that now and then fell with a thud from the heavily loaded branches of nearby trees. Everyone talked about the storm, and how much better the weather was now, and whether they would have to wait for the next snowplow to go by before they tried to drive to the village. But between the short bursts of weather talk, there were long quiet spaces. Times when everybody, Sher and Daphne as well as the kids, just looked at each other, but mostly at Sky, without saying much. Nobody mentioned anything about Sky’s getting lost and then found again. At least not out loud. It was as if it had somehow become a forbidden subject.

Sky was quieter than usual too. He fixed himself a bowl of cereal and some orange juice without asking for help, and whenever he caught someone looking at him, he turned his head away, hiding his eyes under his long eyelashes.

“It’s how he acts when he’s been punished,” Abby whispered to Paige. “Or when he thinks he’s going to be.”

“Yeah,” Paige whispered back. “Or else knows he
ought
to be. Scaring everybody half to death the way he did.” And then she slowly repeated, “Scaring—
everybody.
”

She jumped up suddenly and rushed across the room to where her mother was loading the dishwasher. Abby followed in time to hear her say, “Mom. Do you have the phone number for where Alex and Pablo are staying? We told them we’d let them know what—”

“I know. I know.” Paige’s mom patted her shoulder. “I called them before you woke up. They were very happy to hear Sky was all right.” And then, after a moment, she said, “They were just on their way out, so there’s no point in calling again.”

“Yeah. Okay. Okay.” Paige sighed, shrugged, and went back to her breakfast.

Then Daphne told Abby that she’d called her mother too. “I thought she might be worried because of the storm. She said she had been concerned and she thanked me for letting her know we’re all fine.”

So Abby went back to cleaning up, and as soon as the snowplow went past and Sher finished using the blower on the driveway, they all headed for the car. But then, while they were gathering up their gear, Sher came in and said, “Don’t forget your ice skates, girls.” And when Paige asked why, he said, “Just do as I tell you. The answer to
why
will come as soon as we get this show on the road.”

Even before Paige gave her an excited flick of the eyes, Abby was close to guessing. But it wasn’t until the whole family and all their equipment had been packed into the SUV that she found out her guess was a good one.

“Okay, troops,” Paige’s dad said as they started down the drive, “Daphne and I have decided that since we’re leaving tomorrow, it would be fun to do something a little different today. Like spending the whole day at High Camp. So, where we’re headed right now is straight to the Cable Car. Okay? Forward! March!”

The boys cheered, and Abby, who had been to High Camp just once before, felt like cheering too. At High Camp, a special development two thousand feet above the valley floor, there were three restaurants, an ice-skating rink, a swimming pool, tennis courts, and a lot of good ski runs, including some that were okay for little kids like Woody and Sky. The Cable Car ride all by itself was a big thrill, and a visit to High Camp’s ice-skating rink was an exciting prospect for a person who, after only a few tries, thought that someday she might love ice-skating almost as much as skiing.