Chapter 6
Ray was content to let Rose take over again after that. He wanted time to think, let what he had done sink in. Besides, he told her, he wanted to observe a pro a few more times before he tried it on his own again.
They found a fairly secluded niche between two buildings where Rose could do her detecting act without passersby seeing it. Ray wasn’t that surprised to find that his attitude had changed from worrying people would think the two of them were crazy, to protecting her from prying eyes. He was finding a lot of respect for this energetic lady.
The narrow corridor of concrete was illuminated only by the star on the top of Rose’s wand. She held the wand at chest level and turned around in a slow circle with her eyes closed.
“There aren’t too many traces tonight,” she said. “Quiet. Good for teaching without running too much. Oops, I spoke too soon. That way,” she said, opening her eyes and pointing west. She led Ray out onto the sidewalk and strode energetically toward the next corner.
“Don’t your feet ever get tired?” Raymond asked, trailing after her.
“All the time,” Rose said over her shoulder. It seemed it didn’t make her slow down.
“Well, my feet are on fire,” Raymond said, hurrying to catch up alongside. “I want to sit down a minute. These are my good shoes. I don’t use them for walking much.”
“Don’t worry,” Rose assured him. “This call is very close by.”
Just on the other side of the street at a tall frame house, Rose halted so quickly that Ray overran the destination by a dozen paces. He came back to see what she was looking at.
Above them, on the main level, the curtains of the sitting room window were wide-open. Inside, Ray saw a young boy with curly brown hair sitting on a sofa and just staring straight ahead of him. The boy’s light hazel eyes shifted slightly in their direction, proving he noticed them, but he was too preoccupied with his own troubles to react further.
Rose smiled up at the child. The boy’s eyebrows rose briefly in an expression of puzzlement as he wondered if he knew her, then drooped back over a sad frown.
“This kid needs mucho ayuda,” Ray said, feeling through his wand the misery pouring out of the house.
“Well, we’ll see,” Rose said. She walked up the stairs and right through the closed door. One of her arms reappeared and beckoned to Ray to hurry. He trotted up the steps after her.
O O O
By the time they had introduced themselves, the boy Peter was already blurting out the story of the Little League game he had played just that day.
“We were tied, see?” he said, looking from Ray to Rose and back again to Ray. While Rose seemed to him to be more sympathetic, as a man Ray seemed more likely to understand the mechanics of a close game. “I was out in the field, because …” He stopped, a little embarrassed.
“Because everybody can’t be the pitcher,” Rose said. “I have grandchildren. Go on.”
“Okay,” Peter said, resuming his fielding stance. “The bases were loaded. The other team is full of big kids. We all think they’re overage, but nobody listens to us,” Peter added with a grimace. “They’re winning, and that’s all anybody cares about.”
“Not me,” Ray said emphatically. He’d never been terrific at sports either, so winning couldn’t be the reason he played. “Come on. So what happened?”
“Anyhow, this big kid—he must have been your height! Maybe bigger!—marches out, and wham! The ball is coming out my way. I’m running and running. I had it right here!” He hammered his fist into his open hand. “It was right there, and then Rudy, Rudolfo, ran into me from right field. I couldn’t close my hand on the ball. I missed it. It hopped out of my glove and rolled away. We lost,” Peter said, staring at the middle distance between their feet. “And everybody blamed me.” He looked up at them. The whole thing lay so vividly in his mind Ray could almost watch the game in those clear green eyes. “I wish I could go back and catch that ball. I had it! It would’ve been a triple play! We’d have won the game.”
Rose took a deep breath and let it out in a gusty sigh. “Time travel’s not on our beat, honey. I wish I could help every child who has had a disappointment, who has been shamed in front of his friends and family, but you know it was just an accident. Missing a catch isn’t life threatening. It won’t scar you forever.”
“It does! We would have won if I caught that ball,” Peter insisted. He appealed to Ray. “We were tied! I could’ve caught them all out—a triple play. Please. We need that game to make it to the city series.”
“It’s only July,” Ray pointed out.
“Yeah, but we stink!” Peter said. “And I stink the worst.” Tears filled his eyes. “That’s what I’d wish for. Take me back and let me catch the ball.”
“You know what’s wrong with regrets?” Rose asked, reaching out a forefinger to tip up the boy’s chin. “You can’t look back and forward at the same time. You have to let it go. All you can do is promise yourself to try harder next time.” Peter looked unconvinced. “Come on,” Rose said, slapping her thighs and getting to her feet. “I need an ice cream, and so do you.”
She marched to the front door, wand held up like a majorette’s baton. Ray followed, but the boy hung back. They turned to wait for him. Peter stood in the middle of the sitting room rug with his hands hanging down by his sides, looking shamefaced.
“I’m not supposed to go anywhere with strangers,” he said.
“All right,” Rose said, with a motherly smile. “That’s a good rule. Then we won’t go together. There’s a carryout on the corner two blocks up. Meet us there.” She took another step toward the door.
Peter giggled. “That’s dumb. Okay. I’ll come with you.” He walked over to join them.
“Good,” Rose said. With a wink over the boy’s head to Ray, she took Peter’s hand, and swept him straight through the door.
“Whhoooaaa-eeeee!” the boy howled, first in surprise, then delight as the solid wood swallowed him up. Ray followed, more slowly, but smiling. When he emerged on the stoop, Peter was beaming.
“That was great!” he cried, reaching back to touch the door panel. It was solid. “Wow! Can we do that again?”
“Not until we bring you home,” Rose said. “Come on. I want a double-dip cone.”
Peter jogged alongside Ray and Rose on the way up the street, babbling and laughing. Ray thought Rose was right. The boy just needed somebody to talk to, not a big magical wonder. Once he’d been able to share his woes with somebody, the ice was broken, and he was a normal, happy little boy once more. Peter ate a gigantic sundae at the ice-cream stand, and raced Ray back to the house, almost winning until Ray opened up his long stride and outpaced him in the last few yards. When they reached the house the lights were on inside on the upper floor.
“My folks are home from the movies,” Peter said, looking up at the windows.
“Are you gonna get in trouble?” Ray asked.
Peter looked up at Ray sidelong, with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Naw. I’m allowed to go out by myself. I can tell ’em that I went out with my fairy godparents.”
“If you like, you can tell them all about it,” Rose said briskly, taking all the joy out of revealing forbidden information. Peter looked crestfallen. Rose bent down to look him straight in the eye. “Peter, are you feeling better now?”
The boy thought seriously for a moment. “Yeah, I guess so,” he said.
“Good,” Rose said. “You may need your miracle later on. I could see just by looking at you that this was not it.” Handing her wand to Ray, she opened her purse and dug through the contents until she found a square of white pasteboard. “Here. This is my card. Keep it. One day you’ll call me.”
“Okay,” Peter said dubiously, taking the small white square. “Uh, thanks. I had a good time with you guys.” Rose beamed and patted the boy’s cheek.
“Well, what’s a fairy godmother for?”
The boy started to go up the stairs, then turned, his eyes appealing and puppylike.
“Hey, can we go through the door one more time?” Rose shrugged, but not at all reluctantly.
“Why not?” She and Ray each took one of Peter’s hands. Together, they whisked him up in the air and carried him through the solid panel. Peter’s round eyes were almost popping out of his head when they got into the hallway. He let out the big breath he’d been holding, and whispered, “Thanks!”
“Don’t mention it,” Rose said, with a swift glance up the inner staircase to see if anyone was coming down. She nodded to Ray, and led him into the front room. Once there, she stepped out through the window.
Uncertainly, Ray took his own wand out of his pocket and followed her. The first step was the hardest. Wall-walking he’d done, but window-walking felt different. The intersection of the glass with his body had a sharper feel than wood, and the panes sang as his body passed through. Rose waited for him, standing on the air six feet above the ground. Ray hoped the little training wand had the necessary pfft to keep him from plummeting six feet into the grassy square full of broken glass and cigarette butts. He stepped out after her, bracing himself. The air, though spongy, held his weight, and the magic slowly lowered them to the pavement. Ray let his shoulders sag with relief. He looked up toward the window when Rose did to wave good-bye. Peter was glued to the glass, his mouth gaping open.
“Was an exit like that necessary?” Raymond asked, turning on Rose as they walked away toward the main street. “You scared me half to death!”
“It’s so he’ll call me,” Rose said confidently. “If I didn’t do something like that, what do you think will happen tomorrow morning when he thinks about what happened? He’ll think he dreamed it. He’ll throw the card in the wastebasket.”
“Oh,” Ray said.
“What’s the matter?” Rose asked, tucking a hand into his crooked elbow. “You look disappointed.”
“I thought being a fairy godmother meant doing magic all the time, like we did before,” Ray said, waving behind him. “All we did was walk through walls and buy ice cream.”
Rose tapped him on the wrist. “You’re right, but this was not a flashy case either. It’s bupkis, nothing, to everyone except that little boy. We got him over the disappointment of losing the ball game. Now, he’ll think hard about whether he needs us for real, but he’ll be able to pick himself up from the little losses.” Rose searched his face in the lamplight glimmer. “We gave him a tool for handling the rest of his life. The world is cold out there. Every so often a child needs to see that other people do care.” Rose shook her head. “I blame the parents. They should have taken him out for an ice cream themselves after the game, not gone scooting off to the movies by themselves. I bet they’re some of the parents who only care about winning. Did you hear what Peter told us?”
“Yeah,” Ray said, remembering.
Together, Ray and Rose made three rapid stops, helping another boy and two more girls. Their wishes were easy ones, not requiring a PhD in psychology, just a little good judgment in not going too far with the magic. The last was the fanciest of the three, where Rose wished an ugly birthmark off a girl’s face, leaving her still kind of ordinary-looking, but unmarked. The radiant smile she gave them when they left made Ray feel all warm inside, but he kept thinking back to Matthew and Clarice. He liked the tricky calls best.
“That’s about all for tonight, then,” Rose said briskly. “It’s after ten. Most of the children are going to be in bed or too sleepy to tell us what they really want.”
She led Ray out of the last girl’s home, through the alley, and onto the main street, where they emerged into the light of a streetlamp. Ray looked around him with surprise. He realized that they had started out right here on this spot only a few hours ago. In that short time, his whole life had changed. He was going to be a fairy godfather, and like it. He felt for the wand and the little book, and gave them both an affectionate pat.
Rose turned abruptly, so he had to jump back to keep from bumping into her. “You believe now, don’t you?”
Ray hesitated. Rose seemed to know that he’d changed his mind, but at least she didn’t throw it back at him.
“I guess,” he said, not willing to commit himself out loud just like that. He had some pride. Rose was pleased all the same.
“If you do like what we’re doing, and you can think of someone who’d be good at it, tell us. Or tell him. The meetings are open to anyone who’s serious. You know what I mean.” She nodded knowingly.
“Yeah, I guess so,” Raymond said, thinking hard. Nobody sprang to mind, exactly. He’d have liked to tell his sister, but if he did, she would want to be right in the heart of it, wanting to go grant wishes right alongside him and Rose. Ray couldn’t help but think that if Grandma Eustatia had wanted that, she’d have sent Chanel along. Maybe the child was too young. Well, what about Hakeem Barton, his best friend? Ray almost opened his mouth to mention him, then reconsidered. Hakeem used to shoplift candy from the corner store in their neighborhood. He really didn’t boost stuff anymore, but what about past sins?
“They don’t have to be moral giants,” Rose said, reading his mind again in that maddening fashion of hers. “You know somebody who’s reformed who’d make a good fairy godmother, that’s okay. It’s the ones who sell drugs to children who wouldn’t fit in. The ones who steal from their bosses. The ones who beat animals. You know.”
Ray knew. “Let me think about it,” he said.
“We can’t save the world,” Rose said. “We don’t even try with the hero stuff. That’s for the people who like to make headlines. But we can make things a little better for one child at a time. Think it over. We work together well, Ray. I liked having you come out with me. I like the way you truly care about the children. We’re going to make a good team, you and I. This is a partnership here, fifty-fifty. I’m teaching you, but you’re teaching me, too.” When Ray didn’t say anything, Rose tucked her hand in his arm. “Come on, honey. It’s late. Walk me home.”
Raymond had so many questions he didn’t even know which one to blurt out first. Just in one evening, a few hours’ time, he’d seen so much, had so much to absorb. That they were doing a good and worthy thing for children he had no doubt. That he enjoyed doing it was dawning ever so grudgingly on him. Grandma Eustatia had been right to send him. But was it right for him to keep it up? He had to think how he felt about having magical powers. He glanced up at the sky, unable to see any stars because of the city lights. Did God think it was all right to do magic, even in a good cause?
“Rose?” he asked. “Where does the magic come from?”
She looked up toward the sky, too. “I think at its source it comes from God. When I first joined the Fairy Godmothers I worried that doing magic might take me farther away from God, in spite of the name, but I think it’s brought me closer instead. I did a little experimentation. I thought that if magic was an evil thing, you couldn’t do it in a church or a synagogue, or saying the holy name. So I said prayers while I was granting wishes.” She smiled a little sheepishly. “I did a few good deeds while I was in churches and synagogues. Lightning didn’t smite me down, so I have to guess it’s all right with Whoever up there. In my personal opinion, what we do is a mitzvah, a good deed. How the Union channels the magic to our wands is from a vow made hundreds of years ago to help every child. A miracle is vouchsafed to each and every youngster at some time in his or her life. Where the miracle doesn’t happen on its own, we give things a little push. It’s all in your manual. You should read it.”
“I will,” Raymond promised.
“Here we are,” Rose said, turning off the walk toward a yellow brick three-flat on the side street. “This is home!” Ray looked at the building, the glass door flanked by plantings of tulips and evergreens and little trees with their roots buried in colored pebbles, three long skinny mailboxes with the names and doorbells set above. It was a nice place, in a pretty nice street, but not special. There was nothing at all to tell that a fairy godmother lived here. And he was surprised to note how close it was to the neighborhood where he lived.
Rose turned to him. “Well, thank you for bringing me home, Raymond. Do you want to come in? I think I have some pop in the fridge.”
“Uh, no, thanks,” Ray said. “I’ve got to go.”
“Fine, then. I’ll see you again on, say, Thursday, all right?”
“Yeah, okay, Thursday,” Raymond said. “No, wait a minute.” Once he might let her run things, but not twice. He didn’t know what he was thinking of. Didn’t he just promise himself he’d be in charge of his own life? Did he want to devote hours on several nights a week to unpaid volunteer work, however unique and uncanny? He had college expenses to think of. When would he see his girlfriend? His friends? And yet, he thought of the faces of those kids when he and Rose helped them. And doing magic—it had been cooler than dry ice to walk through a wall and stand on thin air. Nobody in the history of the world had ever had so many incredible things happen to him in one evening. “Friday. I’d rather go out Friday,” he heard himself saying.
“All right,” Rose said, at once, without any complaint. “Friday is fine with me.”
“Yeah,” Raymond said, then stopped. Had she given in too easily? Was the matter not sufficiently important to start a dominance battle, or did she mean it when she said he could make some of the decisions? Was she telling the truth about making this a partnership instead of just a plain student/teacher relationship? That’d be too much to expect. “I guess. Uh, Mrs.—Rose, what are you gonna tell my grandma?”
“I’ll tell her what a fine young man her grandson is,” Rose said, with a smile on her face. She took a key out of the door and stuck it in the lock. “See you Friday, Ray.”
“’Night, Rose,” Raymond said, turning away. He wondered again just for a moment if she was humoring him, letting him have his way. He’d have to see on Friday. Yeah, Friday. In the meantime, he had a lot to think about.