“Zacky!"
Suddenly, a dead six year-old was running towards me with a look of sheer joy on her face.
I threw my arms open wide to receive her, completely floored at finding her here but able to see that she was miserable, terrified, and in desperate need of a hug. But then she got within three feet of me and it was as if she'd run straight into a pinball bumper as she bounced up into the air to land ten feet away on her rump.
Which is when I knew the Totem worked.
“Zacky?" Poor Sally had no idea what had just happened to her, and she sat on the grass in all her Princess regalia with her big, weepy eyes and her trembling lower lip and I could tell she was maybe ten seconds away from bursting into tears. I took a step towards her then stopped, because, well, she was more than three feet a
