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happy, because then I understood what my mother had meant. I mean, I was still real sad when I thought about her
dying and everything, but in that moment, I realized that if a little kitten could play with me and distract me from my sadness
enough so that I could hear my mother, then there must be lots of other things that I could think about that would help me
hear her, too.”
    Sara and Seth listened in amazement. Sara wanted to hug her and kiss her. She wondered what she had ever been worried about.
Annette had already come to understand, through her own life experience, much of what Sara had wanted to tell her.
    The three of them sat huddled in a small circle, quietly looking at each other, eyes filled with happy tears of recognition;
recognition of one another and of well-being. Sara stretched her arms out, putting one around Annette and the other around
Seth. Seth and Annette reached out and did the same thing. They sat huddled, their hearts singing.
    I think that’s my cue, Solomon said, perched on the top branch of the big tree. There could never be a better time than this. And, in a swift and graceful dive from high overhead, Solomon descended on his three featherless friends, landing right in
the middle of their huddle.
    Room for one more? he asked.
    “Solomon!” Sara squealed. “We are so glad to see you!”
    Well, my fine featherless friends, it is nice to be seen.
    Hello, Annette, it’s very nice to formally meet you.
    Annette’s mouth dropped wide open. She looked at Sara and then at Seth and then at Solomon and then at Sara. Her mouth was
moving, but no words were coming out.
    Sara and Seth sat beaming. They recognized how Annette must be feeling, because it hadn’t been very long since they had first
heard Solomon speak.
    “Well,” Sara said, “it’s like they always say: A talking owl is worth a thousand words.”
    Seth and Annette laughed hard.
    Well, kids, I can’t stay, Solomon said. I’m late for my Spanish lesson. But I’ll be back tomorrow. We can talk then, if you like. Hasta la vista. And quick as a wink, Solomon was up and away.
    Sara and Seth burst out laughing.
    “Not only does he talk, he talks in more than one language,” Annette said, laughing so hard that tears were running down her
face.
    “Apparently so,” Sara said, still laughing. “There’s never a dull moment around here. Always perfect and always changing.”
    The three of them sat motionless on the platform.
    “Wanna swing from the tree?” Seth finally asked.
    “Nah,” Sara said.
    “Nah,” Annette said.

C HAPTER 15
    Talking with Solomon
    S ara, Seth, and Annette sat on the floor of the tree house waiting for Solomon to join them.
    “We could swing while we wait,” Seth offered.
    “Nah, I’m good,” Sara said.
    “Me, too,” Annette agreed.
    Sara’s mind was still racing. She had barely slept the night before and had barely noticed anything that had happened at school
today. A question had occurred to her that she just couldn’t wait to ask Annette.
    “Did you say that your mother told you about us?”
    “Yes.”
    Sara wanted her to go on.
    “She comes to me in my dreams. Not every night, just sometimes. Oh, there he is!” Annette jumped to her feet pointing up at
the sky.
    Sara and Seth jumped up, too.
    “He’s huge!” Annette exclaimed, as she watched Solomon circling in the sky above the tree house.
    Sara and Seth looked at each other and grinned. It had been a long time since Solomon had made such a grand entrance. Sara
watched Annette and felt that familiar feeling of thrilled anticipation as Solomon circled closer and closer, down to the
tree house.
    And then, plunk. Solomon landed on the railing. Well, hello, my fine featherless friends. . . .
    Annette squealed her delight.
    How are you today, Miss Sara? Solomon looked deeply into Sara’s eyes.
    “Never better!” Sara felt wonderful.
    That seems perfectly clear to me. And Seth?
    “I’m good, Solomon. I’m very