A door slammed at the back of the warehouse, followed by squeaking footsteps and something intermittently slapping the cement floor, moving toward them.
Ping and Mara held their breaths.
A voice came out of the dark. “Hey, Ping, can we go up to Mount Hood? It’s snowing up there according to the news. I’ve never seen real snow before.” Sam stepped into the light with textbooks under one arm and a basketball under the other.
They exhaled.
“Perhaps we can go this weekend. We’ll check the forecast and find a time when it is snowing,” Ping said.
Sam looked at Mara and said, “Have you learned any new magic, today?”
“Not magic,” Ping said.
“Okay, do any new metaphysical experiments today?”
“She created a purple tiger. It jumped out of the screen over there.”
“Yeah? Where is it?” He set h
