Jed’s drawing was amazing and not just because he had drawn it with his bare hands in the air. The kid had talent, well, talent and magic. The people in that drawing were moving like they were alive. Maybe they were alive. I wanted to look at what Jed had created for a long time, but of course, we didn’t have a long time. In fact, we didn’t have any time at all.
As we turned back toward town, Belinda and her cloud were coming toward us. And any pretense of good manners was gone from Belinda’s face. That woman was angry, very angry. “Ya’ll don’t take a hint, do you? I told you we’d handle this, but you can’t mind your own business. Now, we have to mind it for you.”
She flicked her hand toward us like she was telling us to shoo, and a whip of the cloud came shooting out toward us, hard and
