Day Fifty-One, Poppa and Muti
Dear Diary,
I pull open the ley door in what’s left of the feasting hall of Lazare’s palace. Through the threshold, I spy the basement of the Pixieland Citadel. The cots all lie empty. Poppa and Muti’s pillow sits, crumpled, lonely and abandoned. there’s no sign of Bilge and Oinky.
Back in the summer place, steps up beside me. “You’re going home now?”
I nod. That helps me avoid the actual question of where home really is these days.
“Do you wish for me to accompany you?”
“I’ll do this alone, thanks.” For some reason, I keep staring through the opened doorway and not moving.
Dare rests his hand on my shoulder. His thumb moves in soothing arcs against my skin. “You healed them, Calla.”
And I know that’s true. Still, the last time I spoke to Poppa and Mut
