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to me as
I said, "You're so tall," to her. We both laughed.
She turned to Jaxton, pointed and
laughed again.
"Okay. I'm out of here." He flew up in
my face. "Remember the contract and what we talked about." He
jabbed me in the nose with his wand before turning to Tink. "Be
careful. I'll be back at Midnight, not a moment later."
"I will, Jaxton. Trust me."
"You I trust, the jury's still out on
this one," he said, pointing to me with his chin.
"I trust him with my life." She smiled
and dropped her head.
Now that she was normal
size, normal for me anyway, I could make out her features more
clearly. She had thick, long eyelashes that almost touched her
eyebrows. Her cheeks had a soft pink glow and she had dimples when
she smiled. Wow, she is so
pretty.
"Everything seems so miniature, it's
weird." She wandered around the house touching random things and
smiling, before turning back to me.
"Sorry about Jaxton. He thinks he's my
father sometimes." She shook her head disapprovingly.
Or he's in love with
you. I didn't say it out loud, not wanting
to plant any thoughts into her head.
"What are we going to do first?" I
asked.
"Bowling," she smiled.
"It doesn't open for a couple of
hours. Would you like to go over to Wal-Mart?"
"Yes!"
Yesterday, I arranged with dad to have
the car. Tink and I had such limited time together I didn't want to
waste it walking everywhere.
At the store, she bee-lined it
straight to the back, heading for the shoe department. She tried on
every high-heeled shoe they had. And she fell in love with each
pair as I fell in love with her. How I was going to let her go I
had no idea, but it was going to hurt, that much I knew.
She tried on a few shirts too, though
not as many.
"Okay. I've learned something," she
said as we left. "I loved the shoes, but I could never fly in them,
and I liked the shirts, but my faery dresses are more
comfortable."
"So you didn't have a good time?" I
asked, feeling bad we'd wasted so much time in the
store.
"No. I had a great time. I always
wanted to try those things. Now I can cross them off my bucket
list."
"One down." I said as she directed me
to the park by the canal.
"I want to feed the ducks. I could
never do it as a faery because they saw me as a bug and would chase
me," she laughed. Her laugh sounded even prettier as a
five-foot-six inch girl.
We stopped and bought some day-old
bread before going to the park. Watching her feed the ducks had me
in tears with laughter. Despite her new size, the ducks seemed to
sense something because several chased after her, nipping at her
heels as she giggled and ran away.
Next we rolled down the hill-something
her wings kept her from doing before-then headed over to the
bowling alley.
The rented shoe thing grossed her out.
"You have to wear used shoes?" Even the attendant laughed at her
expression of horror. I assured her most people felt the same
way.
We walked over to pick out a ball. "I
want that one," she said, pointing to a green glittery
ball.
"It weights nineteen pounds. You'll
need a lighter one."
"But I like how it sparkles." She
picked it up and carried it with both hands to our lane. She rolled
it down the lane one time before going back for a lighter
ball.
"This one is way too boring," she
said, setting down the gray ten pound ball. She reached for her
sleeve, but not only did she not have a wand, she didn't have a
sleeve.
She laughed. "Oops. I
forgot."
Her first few throws went straight
into the gutter. Her face looked cute even when disappointment
etched her features. I gave her a few pointers about using the
arrows on the lane as a guide and keeping her wrist straight and
she did better.
"Look, I knocked over half the pins
this time." She jumped up and down as if she'd gotten a
strike.
During our second game, Elise Delyser
showed up with her family and took the lane four down from us. Tink
saw her first. "Hey, it's the girl from the yearbook."
I looked over as Elise came toward us.
"Hi, Pete," she
I said, "You're so tall," to her. We both laughed.
She turned to Jaxton, pointed and
laughed again.
"Okay. I'm out of here." He flew up in
my face. "Remember the contract and what we talked about." He
jabbed me in the nose with his wand before turning to Tink. "Be
careful. I'll be back at Midnight, not a moment later."
"I will, Jaxton. Trust me."
"You I trust, the jury's still out on
this one," he said, pointing to me with his chin.
"I trust him with my life." She smiled
and dropped her head.
Now that she was normal
size, normal for me anyway, I could make out her features more
clearly. She had thick, long eyelashes that almost touched her
eyebrows. Her cheeks had a soft pink glow and she had dimples when
she smiled. Wow, she is so
pretty.
"Everything seems so miniature, it's
weird." She wandered around the house touching random things and
smiling, before turning back to me.
"Sorry about Jaxton. He thinks he's my
father sometimes." She shook her head disapprovingly.
Or he's in love with
you. I didn't say it out loud, not wanting
to plant any thoughts into her head.
"What are we going to do first?" I
asked.
"Bowling," she smiled.
"It doesn't open for a couple of
hours. Would you like to go over to Wal-Mart?"
"Yes!"
Yesterday, I arranged with dad to have
the car. Tink and I had such limited time together I didn't want to
waste it walking everywhere.
At the store, she bee-lined it
straight to the back, heading for the shoe department. She tried on
every high-heeled shoe they had. And she fell in love with each
pair as I fell in love with her. How I was going to let her go I
had no idea, but it was going to hurt, that much I knew.
She tried on a few shirts too, though
not as many.
"Okay. I've learned something," she
said as we left. "I loved the shoes, but I could never fly in them,
and I liked the shirts, but my faery dresses are more
comfortable."
"So you didn't have a good time?" I
asked, feeling bad we'd wasted so much time in the
store.
"No. I had a great time. I always
wanted to try those things. Now I can cross them off my bucket
list."
"One down." I said as she directed me
to the park by the canal.
"I want to feed the ducks. I could
never do it as a faery because they saw me as a bug and would chase
me," she laughed. Her laugh sounded even prettier as a
five-foot-six inch girl.
We stopped and bought some day-old
bread before going to the park. Watching her feed the ducks had me
in tears with laughter. Despite her new size, the ducks seemed to
sense something because several chased after her, nipping at her
heels as she giggled and ran away.
Next we rolled down the hill-something
her wings kept her from doing before-then headed over to the
bowling alley.
The rented shoe thing grossed her out.
"You have to wear used shoes?" Even the attendant laughed at her
expression of horror. I assured her most people felt the same
way.
We walked over to pick out a ball. "I
want that one," she said, pointing to a green glittery
ball.
"It weights nineteen pounds. You'll
need a lighter one."
"But I like how it sparkles." She
picked it up and carried it with both hands to our lane. She rolled
it down the lane one time before going back for a lighter
ball.
"This one is way too boring," she
said, setting down the gray ten pound ball. She reached for her
sleeve, but not only did she not have a wand, she didn't have a
sleeve.
She laughed. "Oops. I
forgot."
Her first few throws went straight
into the gutter. Her face looked cute even when disappointment
etched her features. I gave her a few pointers about using the
arrows on the lane as a guide and keeping her wrist straight and
she did better.
"Look, I knocked over half the pins
this time." She jumped up and down as if she'd gotten a
strike.
During our second game, Elise Delyser
showed up with her family and took the lane four down from us. Tink
saw her first. "Hey, it's the girl from the yearbook."
I looked over as Elise came toward us.
"Hi, Pete," she
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