It Must Be Magic
"CAN YOU REALLY talk to animals?"
Translation: "I don't believe you can. I also don't believe in ghosts, vampires or Bigfoot. And let's not even get into the Santa Claus myth."
Lili Goodweather was used to skepticism from adults, but not in twelve–year–old girls. Children had a wonderful capacity for believing in the unbelievable. Unless it got squashed out of them early on. Which was obvious in Erika Rutland's case.
A shivering tabby sheltered in her arms, the girl stood on Lili's back stoop, her grandfather a step behind her like a guardian angel. Erika's straight blond hair straggled over her shoulders and dark circles beneath her blue eyes contrasted with the pink glow of childhood innocence on her cheeks. Sign of a type A personality, poor kid.
Lili decided to save the metaphysical explanation of how she communicated with animals for later. "Yes, I can."
"Well, since you say you can, then will you try talking to Fluffy?" Erika cuddled the animal in her arms.
The cat's dilated pupils almost obscured the sunflower–yellow irises of his eyes, and the tremors coursing his back made the hair ... read full excerpt from It Must Be Magic ebook
