When kids say things, us adults are often really quick to dismiss them because we think either their ideas are naïve or too hard or just too simple. I could see the faces in that store gathering closed when Charlie made his suggestion.
But something about his words, the solid simpleness of them struck me, and I considered them. I felt Oyá shift beneath my sleeve, too, and a warmth of assurance passed up my arm to my neck.
“Tell us more, Charlie.” I leaned forward so I could look the red-headed teen in the face. “How could you do that?”
He gave me a little smile. “Well, what if I could make it so time stilled here but moved around it . . . sort of like a rock in a stream. The park would be the new stream, and it would go forward just like it has always gone forward, just here in this spo
