“Mother, I want an ice cream cone. You promised,” Cedric begged, tugging on my arm. Stopping at the door to Jackson’s, he pleaded with his doe-like eyes for me to give in.
“I did not promise, Cedric. I said maybe,” I scolded.
He stuck out his bottom lip and let it quiver.
I laughed at his attempt at manipulation. “I give up. You win. We shall have an early dinner here tonight,” I told him.
We were seated in a booth near the storefront window. I watched as families walked by. The envy I once felt was not as strong. Cedric was more than enough to fill my days.
Upon returning from Raquel, I had asked my mother to visit Miselda for more tonic for Cedric. He would never know of his magic. It was too great of a risk. My son would have to appear mortal in every way if I wanted Snowystra to l
