He’d kissed me in the field, and walking home, and then again on Myloria’s porch, and one last time as I was letting myself into the house. I caught myself going over it again and again, till I had to stop for fear of wearing out the memory before I was done with it. The day was long and aimless, like all the other days at the Blackwood house, and with no chores or errands or appointments, time seemed stuck in a way it never had when I was little. By the time the sun started to get low, I’d had about enough. “Hey,” I said to Shiny, who was sprawled out on the bed, working on her witch cards again. “I’m going into town to see the fair. You should come if you want.” She rolled her eyes like that was about the most worthless thing she’d ever heard, but as soon as I left the bedroom, she followed me out. We were in the front hall, getting our shoes, when Myloria came wandering in after us.
