and looked away. âI donât think itâs magic,â he said. âI think itâs just something really unusual.â
âHenry,â Henrietta said. She leaned forward and spoke slowly. âItâs not raining outside, and we donât have any trees back there.â
âI know,â Henry said. âI just think itâs something like Quantum.â
âWhatâs Quantum?â Henrietta asked.
âWell,â Henry said, âmy dad says itâs when things can sometimes be where they arenât, or two places at once.â
âSounds like magic.â
âNo, itâs natural,â Henry said. He was rocking nervously. âIt just happens.â
âYou couldnât make something Quantum?â Henrietta asked.
âItâs only for really little things.â
âThe cupboardâs little.â
âNo,â Henry said. âReally little. And trees and rain and wind arenât little.â
âOkay. Theyâre too big to be Quantum,â Henrietta said. âSo it has to be magic.â
Henry wasnât sure what to say. He would have liked to discover that the whole thing was just some sort of trick, that he wouldnât really be sleeping beside a bunch of magic cupboards, but he didnât know any other way to explain what had just happened.
âI donât know,â he finally said.
Henrietta shivered suddenly, bounced up on her knees, and focused her wide eyes on Henry. âArenât you excited to see whatâs behind the other doors? There could be all sorts of things!â
Henry sat very still. âArenât you scared at all?â he asked. âI mean, we might find something bad.â
âEverybody always finds bad things,â she said. âAnd things only get hidden like this if theyâre really bad or really good.â She bounced again. âWeâll just have to find out.â
âI donât know,â Henry said again. Despite his concerns, he was truly curious about the cupboards. He knew that if they got another one open, he would be terrified. But he would be sick with himself if he didnât try.
âDo you think the key opens another one?â
Henrietta pointed to it. Henry looked down at the key in his hand. He was about to say âI donât knowâ for the third time when a rumbling, motorcycle-sounding engine fired up at the bottom of his stairs. Shoving the key in his pocket, he and Henrietta scrambled down the stairs.
At the bottom, they found Uncle Frank wearing plastic goggles and standing in front of Grandfatherâs door with a chain saw. He began singing something, then braced himself and pulled the trigger. As a cloud of black smoke blew out the back of the saw, the chain blade spun into loud motion. He leaned the blade back and slowly lowered it onto the door. When it touched, wood chips began flying all over the landing. It looked like Frank was fighting to keep the blade from sliding. It began to skid, and Frank spread his legs a little more. Then the saw caught on something and kicked back. The full force of the spinning chain threw Frank against the wall. He jumped as the saw, barely in his left hand, swung down toward his legs. It didnât hit them, but its nose caught the floor. In one short second, the saw dug itself in, shredding and wrapping long strands of green carpet around itself. There, nestled cozily into the floor, it idled. Panting, Frank reached down and turned off the engine.
Dotty was at the top of the stairs. She looked at Frank, then at the saw burrowed into the landing. She looked at Frank again.
âTime to go,â she said. âWeâre due at the barbeque. You okay, Frank?â
Frank rubbed his cheek on his arm. âMy prideâs on the lower end,â he said. âFloorâs a bit dinged.â He reached down and pulled at the quiet saw. It wouldnât budge. âIâll cut it out
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