Chapter Thirty-Five
“Oh my god! It’s the carnival!” Caroline squealed as she drove passed the mall parking lot. “I can’t believe it’s still here.”
From a distance, I caught a peek of Madame Zahra’s tent. Part of me wanted to find her and tell her what had happened, how I went back in time and met her mother, Madame Zarina. I almost told Caroline to turn the car around, but something inside of me told me to keep going. For some reason, I kept hearing Madame Zarina’s voice telling me to fight the chains of uncertainty and to go home.
“My aunt, Rainbow, says it comes by every fall. I can’t wait for her to meet you,” I said, gazing at the rearview mirror as the carnival disappeared.
“Remember stinky feet?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
“You bet! It feels like yesterday.” I
