could a judge do?â
âGive me custody.â
âLegal custody of your brother? That makes sense. After all, your mom only feeds him dog food and makes him live in that ratty cardboard box. Youâve had crazier ideas, but I canât think of one right now.â
Iâd figured the same thing, but I guess I had to have somebody else say it.
Jeff asked, âAny chance your dad might help?â
Looking out my window, I pictured his Jeep driving off in the snow. I said, âNo chance.â
âBut are you sure he even knowsââ
âDrop it.â
âJust asking. I didnât realize it was bite-Jeffâs-head-off day.â
âI donât mean to be pissy,â I said. âI just donât know what to do.â
We fell quiet again. That delivery guy drove off in his truck.
âOkay,â Jeff said. âThe first step in productive solutions is framing the nature of the problem.â
I gave Jeff a look. âWhereâd you hear that crap?â
âProfessor Mullins. Applications in Critical Thinking.â
âThe class you got a B in?â
âSeriously, tell me as clearly as you can exactly what you want.â
I decided to play along. âI want everybody to leave Daniel alone. Forever.â
âAll right. Now, what actions could affect that change?â
I thought about this, then held up my empty hands. âIf the whole world forgot about the rescue and all the stuff afterward?â
âIâm not sure we can enforce global amnesia. That solution is non-workable.â
âRight,â I said.
âBut what if something happened to make the people who believe in Daniel think maybe they were wrong? That theyâve been wrong all along?â
âThatâd be kick-ass. But I think your solution is non-workable too.â
âSeriously. We could say it was all a hoax in the first placeâisnât that what the Scarecrow dude said?â
âNow weâre taking our plans from nutjobs?â
âIâm just throwing out ideas,â Jeff said. âItâs called brainstorming.â
âItâs called a waste of time,â I said. I looked at the watch on Jeffâs wrist. âYour dad has got to be wondering whatâs keeping you. If he calls your mom, sheâll be worried.â
Jeff stared at me, then started the ignition and pulled back onto Roosevelt Road. A few silent minutes later, we reached the driveway that winds down to Camp Anderson and he pulled over to the side. âI didnât mean to get you all ticked off.â
âI was upset when I came to find you.â
âSevere emotional states are not conducive to productiveââ
I pressed my hand up to his mouth. âIâve had about enough of Professor Mullins.â
His eyes looked hurt. Beneath the tips of my fingers, I felt the coolness of his lips, the soft hush of his breath. I lowered my hand and opened the door. âBut Iâm glad I came and found you.â
âI want to help,â he said as I turned. âItâs not easy fighting miracles.â
âNo,â I said. âIt pretty much sucks.â I hopped out and slammed the creaky door. I started walking, not looking back, but I didnât hear him pull away until I was halfway down the drive. Kicking at the gravel, I thought about Jeffâs words: fighting miracles .
The truck wasnât back yet, so I knew the house would be empty. Up on the porch, something on the swing caught my eye. I thought at first it was a Pennysaver or some advertisement, but as I stepped closer, I recognized it: It was one of Danielâs coverless comics. Resting on top of the comic were a couple of small sticks. The two twigs had been tied with a pine needle to form the shape of a cross. I picked up this strange talisman, turned it over and back. On the first page of the comic, Superman stood before the entrance tothe Fortress of
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