and science fiction and
Harry Potter
.â He stopped when he saw that confused look cross her face again. âAll kinds of stories,â he said.
âItâs your turn to tell me a story now,â Clara said. She adjusted her long dress and leaned back, her face expectant.
âI canât really think of any,â Felix said.
âDo you know any war stories?â she asked. âYou must.â
âWell,â he said slowly, âonce I read about a war where Americans fought other Americans.â
âLike the Loyalists and the Rebels?â Clara said.
âUh, I donât think so,â Felix said. Was there still another war heâd never heard of? Here he was, an American, and all these soldiers had died, and he didnât know what they had been fighting for.
âSo, not a Revolutionary War story?â
Bingo! He knew about
that
war. âNo,â Felix said. âThis isnât a real war.â
Not yet, anyway
, he thought.
âSo itâs just a story. Like
The Lady of the Lake
.â
âSort of. In this story, people who live in the South want to start their own country. They want their own laws and their own president and everything.â
âThatâs silly, isnât it?â
âNo, Clara,â Felix said. âItâs very serious. They call it the bloodiest war of all time. And states are forced to take sides, to be either Union or Confederates.â Like all historical facts, the details were a bit fuzzy to Felix. He hoped he was getting it mostly right.
âWhich side does Massachusetts choose in this story?â
âUnion,â Felix said. âThey want to keep the country unified.â
âGood old Massachusetts,â Clara said. âThen what?â
âWell, one of the things theyâre fighting over is whether it should be legal to have slavesââ
âThey had a war over that?â Clara said, surprised. âDoes it end happily?â
Felix thought about that. âYes, I think it does. Ultimately. But only after a lot of people die.â
âThatâs what happens in war, though, isnât it?â Clara said matter-of-factly. She sighed. âEven so, I wish I could be a soldier.â
âNo, you donât, Clara. You donât want to be on a battlefield.â
âDonât look so worried,â she said, laughing at him. âGirls canât be soldiers, either, can they?â
She lifted the poultice from his arm. âHow is your arm feeling now?â
He moved it cautiously. The sharp pain had subsided to a dull ache. âA little better,â he said.
Clara placed the poultice back on his arm.
âThanks,â Felix said.
âUgh! Whatâs that awful smell?â Maisie asked. She was standing in the doorway of the barn, scowling.
âItâs my poultice,â Felix said.
âWhatâs it made out of? Onions?â Maisie said, holding her hand over her nose as she walked toward him.
âDid you find yourâ?â Clara asked politely.
âOh, no,â Maisie said, looking directly at Felix. âThere are no phones here.â
âNo kidding,â Felix said.
âI mean, we traveled a long, long way from home,â Maisie said.
âI know.â
âNo, Felix, I mean a
long, long, long
way.â
âMaisie?â Felix said. âYouâd better sit down.â Heâd always wanted to say that to somebody like they do in movies, and this seemed like the perfect time.
âYou know, then?â she said, unable to hide her disappointment over not being the one to figure it out first.
âMaisie,â Felix said, âitâs September fifthââ
âOkay . . . ,â she said.
â1836.â
Felix and Maisie looked at each other for a long time. They could feel Clara watching them.
â1836,â Maisie finally managed to say. âThatâs, like, after the
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