Thirty-Four
We were moving more furniture out of the bookstore.
"Are you sure all of this needs to go?" I asked Dylan, inspecting the various worn leathers and torn cloth.
He nodded, solemnly this time, not giving me a definite answer as why this whole process had to occur.
"It's called Magic Tree House for a reason Tina."
"Well if it's not magic. What if the whole thing is just like... Like a scam!"
I remember staring at her; her eyes wide with complexity, the two nine year old without a care in the world. The bookstore that brought us closer than ever was changing, finally reflective of the outside that was changing too.
"A scam?"
I had asked her.
"Scams aren't real. People are what they say."
She had said nothing, only looking at me vacantly as I continued my search for the next book in the series.
Sometimes I think we ignore the signs given to us by the stars.
