But already in the eastern sky, Felix could see the sun starting to come up. Soon Harry would be awake, doing his push-ups and sit-ups and what he called calisthenics. Harry had told Felix that he believed the thing that would make him famous someday was his self-discipline. “My fingers aren’t mere fingers,” he proclaimed. “They are superfingers! My toes can act like fingers. Why, I have trained myself to eat with my left hand as well as I can with my right.” He practiced holding his breath, adding seconds each day. Then he went outside and ran, timing himself with a big stopwatch. Felix had never seen anyone as disciplined. “Be confident, be disciplined. To be great,” Harry had told him one morning, “youse gotta act great.” Lying on the living room floor with Thorne snoring beside him, Felix tried to absorb all the information he’d learned tonight. But as soon as he began to go over what Great-Uncle Thorne had told them, panic overtook him. Great-Aunt Maisie was here somewhere.
