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the same
room with that wildcat.”
    “I thought you said your daughter’s cat was
harmless, Erminia.”
    Weasel shrugs. “I imagine that beast you call
a dog, terrorized her. She has always been a model cat.”
    Dad frowns. “I insist that you keep the cat
upstairs in the bedroom at all times until you return home.”
    “Of course,” sniffs Weasel.
    Whoa. I really want to get out of here. “I
finished the invitations, Mrs. Dudley. All five hundred.”
    “Five hundred!” exclaims Dad. “All by
yourself?”
    “Who else was here, Dad? My Fairy
Godmother?”
    Weasel says, “I don’t allow talking back in
my household.”
    Dad clenches his jaw. “This is my house.”
    Weasel lifts her nose.
    I hurry out of the room before more sparks
fly. “I’ll get the invitations.”
    As I leave, I hear Dad say, “Erminia, that
was quite a lot of work to ask of Winifred in one evening. How many
people are you expecting?”
    “With the great distance from Boston, I doubt
there will be more than two hundred or so. It always pays to send
out more than you actually want to come. I’ll know for sure when I
receive the RSVP’S.”
    Wish I could see the look on Dad’s face.
    Daria is rattling my attic door when I get
upstairs.
    “What do you think you’re doing?”
    She turns and sneers. “I know you were in my
room,” she accuses me.
    “My room,” I correct her. I unlock the door.
She tries to follow me in. “Get away from me. If you ever try to
get in here, I’ll bring my dog back up.”
    I see the fear in her eyes. Then defiance.
She says as she stomps away, “I’ll find out what’s in there and
you’ll be sorry.”
    “No, you will. You need to learn to respect
other people’s privacy and their property.” I open the door, slam
it closed and lock it.
    I turn around and freeze. Shiny, modern
exercise equipment covers the floor. Fairy Godmonster, in a silver
leotard, is riding a stationary bicycle.
    “What happened to the furniture?” I gasp
weakly.
    “Chill. Everything’s still here.”
    “Where?”
    “In this NTMT chip.”
    “In what?” I stare at the four-inch square
she removes from her pocket.
    “Nanoparticle Transference Miniaturization
Transmitter.”
    I stare at the transmitter, stunned. Then
stammer, “I-I can’t have a gym up here.
    Someone will hear you.”
    “Don’t concern yourself with
trivialities.”
    My voice rises. “Trivialities? My life is
hard enough without trying to hide you and all this.”
    “I got my whip to work. Made the walls
soundproof.”
    “You can’t stay here.”
    Her yellow eyes turn black. “Where do you
expect me to stay? In the deep, dark forest?”
    “You’re a monster!”
    Fairy Godmonster slowly climbs off the
bicycle. Her back stiffens with disapproval. Yellow eyes bore into
mine.
    “I AM A FAIRY GODMONSTER. I expect to be
treated as such.”
    “Conjure up something.”
    She sniffs, “My whip is
limited until FIMM gets fixed. Luckily, I always travel with
everything I need. I need to exercise every morning. You don’t think looking
like this is easy, do you?”
    Fairy Godmonster moves gracefully to a
weightlifting machine.
    There’s a knock on the door. “Go away,” I
yell.
    “Telephone, Win,” says David.
    “Thanks. Be there in a minute.”
    I trip over some equipment. Fairy Godmonster
grabs me before I conk my head on a barbell.
    “You could use some dance lessons to make you
more graceful.”
    Great. Criticism from my Fairy Godmonster.
That’s all I need. I hear hard rock blasting out of the headphones
she puts on.
    David adds, “Cell phone’s downstairs in the
hall. Dad says it won’t work up here.”
    The cell phone! It’s Jac. My best friend is
the only one who calls me on the cell. I unlock the door and slip
out.
    “Sorry I yelled, David. I thought you were
Daria.”
    David grins, “I’ve felt that way a few times
myself.”
    Locking the door, I run downstairs and grab
the phone. Hurrying outside, I sit under the willow tree