Magic
On Saturday night, Tem arrived on Teddy's maple-lined street of greens, yellows, oranges, and reds; it was an earthly spectrum of hues, and as bright as if it were lit from the inside by fire. He tumbled out of his mom's car with his baseball mitt. The amulets tucked in a pouch in his pocket wouldn't be out for long. He figured that after a quick failed test, playing catch would lift Teddy's spirits. The scintillating blue of the warm evening in early October beckoned.
Teddy saw Tem's mitt but ignored it. This test consumed him.
In America's heartland, the steel-blue Thunderbird gleamed, reflecting the magic of the Indian summer. As Tem walked around the car toward Teddy, he couldn't resist saying, "When we get to outer space, these dual headlights should light our way."
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