“My nephew,” Sandra said quickly.

“Well, isn’t he the cutest thing.” Mrs. Gardner bent down for a closer look. “He reminds me of Hudson when he was a baby.” Another weird coincidence I was not going to comment on.

Hudson apparently didn’t want to comment either. He went and talked with his father, repeating the story of what the bandits had done.

Over the next few minutes, more police officers came, along with paramedics. I was glad the golden heart was gone because I wasn’t sure how I would have explained it to the guy who listened to my heart and lungs with his stethoscope. We were examined and questioned while the police roamed around taking pictures for their report. As they were packing up to go, Mrs. Gardner came over to talk to Sandra again.

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“I feel so awful that you lost so much,” she said. “What can I do to help?”

“We didn’t lose anything that can’t be replaced.” Sandra glanced around the nearly empty room. “And on the bright side, it just got a lot easier to pack for our move.”

Mrs. Gardner’s eyebrows dipped. “What move?” Before Sandra could answer, Mrs. Gardner put a consoling hand on Sandra’s shoulder. “You’re not going to let this robbery make you move, are you? Rock Canyon is still a safe city, and the library needs you. Don’t tell me I went through all that work to keep the branch open for nothing.”

“All that work …,” Sandra repeated.

“I had to practically browbeat the mayor,” Mrs. Gardner said.

“The branch is staying open?” Sandra asked.

Mrs. Gardner pursed her lips and cocked her head. “The paramedics checked you out, right?”

Sandra let out a happy gasp. “That’s wonderful … I mean about the branch. I mean, of course we won’t move. Thank you so much for working to keep it open.”

“Well, we all do our part to help the community,” Mrs. Gardner said, still eyeing her as though she might faint again.

I smiled. I hadn’t needed gold to save Dad’s and Sandra’s jobs after all. I’d only needed Mrs. Gardner.

Hudson left not long after that. His mother looped her arm possessively through his and said, “I don’t know about you, but I need to go home and sleep.”

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Mrs. Gardner had strolled over to us. “Speaking of calling girls”—she took his arm again and they turned toward the door—“your girlfriend texted me twice last night and once this morning asking about you. You’d better call her.”

Over his shoulder, Hudson shot me an alarmed look.

I shrugged. What else could I do? Everything had changed for him, and now he had to figure out what was going on in his new life. I just hoped there was room for me.

Chapter 25

One of Sandra’s friends brought over clothes for us. They were guys’

shorts and T-shirts, but it felt great to take showers and change into something clean. My parents got rental cars and went shopping. It took several trips to get the basics: food, clothes, mattresses, bedding, baby things. I got a short nap, but spent most of the day cleaning up the house and taking care of Stetson.

I picked up the scattered books and stacked most of them against the family room wall. The rest I took to my bedroom. It was about time I got caught up on my reading.

Nick looked up information on the Internet about Robin Hood—he was still a folklore hero. Then he looked up King John—he married a thirteen-year-old girl not long after we left. Which was utterly creepy.

Reading out loud, Nick said, “ ‘In 1216, while retreating from a French invasion, the baggage train that carried King John’s treasures, including the crown jewels, was lost in a marshy area by an unexpected incoming tide. This dealt John a terrible blow, which affected his health and state of mind.’ ”

“His state of mind?” I repeated. “The only state in his mind se-ceded from that union a long time ago.”

“ ‘King John died soon after that. His reign has traditionally been characterized as one of the most disastrous in English history.’ ” Well, historians got some things right.

Nick nodded thoughtfully. “His treasure sank, and he died a broken man. There’s a moral in that.” 345/356

“Yep,” I said. “Keep your wealth in lighter stuff like stocks and bonds.”

I spent a lot of time walking Stetson around or giving him objects that he would gum for a few minutes and then toss across the room.

Chrissy still hadn’t come to get him. I knew what that meant. Or at least thought I did. It was possible that Chrissy was out getting another pedicure. She’d never been a punctual fairy godmother.

By the time we finished dinner that night, I was convinced she wasn’t coming. Not only did Hudson and I have no future, but now I had to be a teenage mother. How was I going to explain that to people—especially to oh, say, my mother and sister?

I was so discouraged that I went to my room, put Stetson on a baby blanket on the floor, and lay down beside him. I stroked his forehead, willing him to sleep so I could too. If I slept, I wouldn’t cry.

I heard the doorbell ring, but didn’t think much of it. Some of Sandra and Dad’s friends had been dropping things off—old dressers, extra chairs—all day.

I waited to hear Dad’s voice greeting whoever had come. Instead I heard Hudson’s voice in my doorway. “I wonder why Chrissy hasn’t sent Stetson home yet.”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t want to tell Hudson about that part of my bargain.

He walked into the room. He wore a pair of faded blue jeans and a form-fitting T-shirt that showed off his broad shoulders. His hair was clean and shiny. I had forgotten how good he looked in this century. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

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windowsill. “I cut off the end of the stem and put root starter on it. I don’t know if it will work, but if it does we can plant it.”

“Do you think it will be magical here too?” He shrugged. “I hope so. It would be nice to have something that could fix things. Illness, broken bones—I wonder if it works on computers.”

I only wanted to fix one thing right now.

Stetson gurgled in a very unsleepy way when he saw Hudson, and then flung his teething ring across the blanket. I picked up another toy and handed it to him. “So how are things at home now that your mom is back?”

Hudson turned and leaned against my windowsill. “You say that so casually, like she was gone on a business trip.” He tilted his head, examining me. “What did you give to Chrissy in exchange for changing my past?”

“The gold enchantment.”

“You gave up your luxury apartment in New York?”

“Well, Stetson needs a yard to run around in … cacti to climb …

whatever it is you do in hick towns.” I had expected Hudson to smile, but he didn’t. His expression stayed serious. “I don’t know how to thank you, Tansy. I can’t ever make it up to you.”

He’d said the same thing about his mother’s death—that no matter what he did, he couldn’t make it up to his father.

“You don’t have to make it up to me,” I said. “I just want you to be happy.” I looked at him more closely. “You are happy, aren’t you?”

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talking. And even after that, I sat there watching her to make sure she didn’t disappear.”

“That’s sweet.”

“It didn’t take her long to figure out that I can’t remember a lot of things—like who my girlfriend is and that I’m on some student-body committee that’s planning the homecoming dance. And I’m a line-backer this year …” He ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve got games soon, and I don’t know any of the plays.”