Departure
April could have made the departure difficult; she might have hidden in the cellar or run out the back door and found her way into the woods. But in the end her fate had come to meet her and it always would.
“Here I go. Back to Beantown, where I’ll never hear the end of my failures.” She took Henry and went to pack, running into Amarantia in the hall. The ferret looked especially sad, as if he knew his fate as well. “We’ll always be involved with each other,” April told Amarantia. “You know that, don’t you?”
Amarantia had the sense that her cousin was right, still she said, “I doubt it. We live in different worlds.”
“Actually, Amarantia, we don’t.”
Because of the sad tone of her cousin’s voice, Amarantia offered to carry her suitcase to the door.
“The next time I see you ev
