They’re calling for us!” Herb was beaming from ear to ear as he took her arm and escorted her onto the stage. Hannah was beaming, too. They’d won the competition. Herb had been judged the best magician in the show. Her smile stayed in place until there were several flashes and she realized that Norman was standing up in front of the audience, taking their picture. Her picture. In the awful purple taffeta bridesmaid dress! Another few minutes of handshaking with the judges and bowing to the audience and they were through. Hannah walked offstage and into the wings with a huge sigh of relief. “Congratulations!” Norman said, rushing up to Herb to shake his hand. And then he turned to Hannah. “You were just perfect, Hannah. I knew it was a trick, but I still got nervous when Herb asked you to knock three times if you were okay, and he had to ask twice before you did it.” “I think that’s what really impressed the judges,” Herb said. “Hannah’s sense of timing was just great.
