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Claudia nibbled at her thumbnail. She stood up from her chair and paced absentmindedly.
âForget about it, Claudia,â said Pim. âIâm not going to let you do it.â
What if the witch cursed her and she ended up like Pim? What would a hundred years in that world be like? Of course, heâd suffered much longer than that. He was still suffering.
The task seemed clear enough. From there to the world behind the canvas, to the Netherlands, and back again. If they could get the staff and bring it back, Granny Custos could help them break it.
âIf we did this, would you be with me the whole way?â she asked Pim.
âI ⦠of course. But Iâm not going to let you come here.â
He would be with her. He would lead the way. With his help, she could do this. She could do this for him.
Her friend.
She picked up the painting and looked into Pimâs crystal-blue eyes. âIf you promise to lead the way, Iâll do it.â
He shook his head. âI canât let youââ
âBut I want to, Pim. I can help you, and I want to help you.â
He stared at her, eyes wide and a hint of a smile on his lips. âAre you sure?â whispered Pim.
Claudia smiled and slowly nodded. âWeâll get you out. Weâll do it together.â
Pim tossed his head back and laughed in surprise and relief. His eyes shone. âAll right, then. Together.â
âSoâ¦â she breathed out. âWeâre going to need a painting. Can we use this one?â she asked, turning to Granny Custos.
Granny Custos wagged a finger. âToo small. You have your grandfatherâs head. Would get stuck in the frame.â
âGee, thanks.â Claudia smoothed down her hair self-consciously.
âDo you have any paintings here?â Pim asked Granny Custos.
The old woman sat with closed eyes, arms folded within her shawls. She shook her head.
âAn artist-magician like yourself and you donât have any paintings in your house?â Claudia said.
Granny Custos didnât open her eyes but smiled with the pipe protruding from her teeth. âAlso a story for another time.â
From the kitchen came the sound of running water and some sort of scrubbing.
âIt canât be just any painting, anyway,â Pim said. âThe wrong painting will put us on the other side of the world behind the canvas, so to speak. We need one that places us close to the window into Nee Gezichtâs house.â
âOkay. Right.â Claudia said. âWe need options. What about the Florence museum?â
Pim nodded thoughtfully. âIt has a lot of paintings. Weâd at least have choices.â
Hurried footsteps rushed from the kitchen and Mr. Custos burst into the dining room. His blue flannel pajamasâwhich looked as though they had been ironedâwere complemented by fuzzy orange slippers. Claudia hid a smile behind her hand as he whipped a toothbrush out of his mouth and pointed it at the three of them.
âNo, absolutely not. Not in the museum. I run a serious academic institution, not a springboard for adventurous philanthropy and vendettas. Iâm sorry, kids. The world behind the canvas can be a fun place for a field trip and all, but with theââhe gestured toward the mustard bottle with his toothbrushââthe magic sludge, you never know whatâs going to happen. I mean, theyâre valuable paintings, for crying out loud!â
Claudia opened her mouth to ask what he meant about the magic sludge, but he bulldozed forward.
âGranny, you remember the Leonardo paintings, right?â He opened his arms pleadingly toward Granny Custos. âThe lost Leonardos? 10 Donât you remember what you promised me after that?â
Granny Custos scratched her nose and then shrugged. âWe need another museum,â she said to Claudia, who was still worried about what Mr. Custos meant by âyou never
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