“I know what you’re thinking, Penny.” Susan held up her hand to stop Penny’s denial before she could voice it. “I don’t know who he is, not for sure anyway, but I know who you think he is.”
Susan turned away then, looking through her shop window at the now empty town park.
She’s watching for him, Penny thought. She’s afraid he’ll come back.
When Susan seemed satisfied that no one was watching, she turned back to Penny. “He’s not the first Red Magician to come here. I think there’s a family of them, but it has been a long time. They used to come to town with the carnival during Harvest Days every year, and usually left with it. The last time one decided to stay … it didn’t turn out well.”
“What do you mean?” Penny could sense the conversation hovering somewhere near the heart of the mys
