âScilla tried to close the book back up when she saw it was a diary, but I saw that about the tree and, well, I just had to know â â
âYes, I see,â she interrupted him, looking down at the page. She closed the book and latched it. âYou must learn to balance what you want with respect for the property of others.â She spoke with a husky voice that was somehow deep and strong but quiet at the same time.
âYes, Maâam.â They all nodded together like a church choir.
âI recognize that I am partly to blame,â Ms. Parker stated as she returned the book to its shelf. âI was in such a hurry to find a lamp when the lights went out that I failed to return the book to its proper place.â She locked the glass door and turned back to them.
Looking from one to the other, she seemed to be sizing them up in a way that was downright unnerving. âSo you are the children who are playing in the tree house these days.â
They all nodded their heads at once, with a stream of âuh-huhs.â
âNot just anyone can play in that tree house, you know. Those with malice in their hearts have always found the experience to be . . . nightmarish. I donât know how or why.â
She paused a moment, then continued, âSo, I can assume you have no malice?â
They shook their heads from side to side simultaneously, with a chorus of âhuh-uhs.â
âGo ahead, sit back down,â she gestured to them abruptly. They did so without taking their eyes off her. The thud of her cane on the wooden floor made a strange beat with her shuffling steps. âHow much do you know about the meteor?â
âI . . . ,â stammered Beamer, âI saw it on display in the museum, but it didnât say it split the tree in half.â
âIâve seen it too,â said Ghoulie. âItâs just an ugly old rock.â
âYes, youâre right, of course,â Ms. Parker croaked. âBut things can be more than they seem. Do you have any idea how many wishes were spent on that rock during the short time it flashed through the sky back in the spring of 1919?â
âWell, no,â Ghoulie mumbled with a shrug. âTheyâre just wishes . . . superstitions. Nothing ever comes of them.â
âYeah,â muttered Beamer. âI wished on one the day we moved in, but it didnât do any good.â He plopped back into his chair. âWeâre still here. My wish didnât come true â not even close.â
âI wouldnât be so sure, if I were you,â the aged woman said, pointing her cane first at Ghoulie, then at Beamer. âWishes are not for the fainthearted. A wish, you see,â she went on as she slowly moved toward them, âis a piece of a dream. And a dream â oh, not one of those little nighttime wisps that flee when you wake up, but the kind that stick with you by day as well as night â a dream is very powerful. Maybe the most powerful force on earth.â
âOh, brother,â Ghoulie muttered to Scilla. âItâs a rock, not plutonium.â
âMy hearingâs very good, young man,â Ms. Parker said as she turned back toward the shamefaced boy. âCome here. I want to show you something.â
Ghoulie slid from his chair, swallowing hard, and walked hesitantly toward her.
As he approached, she held out her hand, palm down. âWhat do you see there?â she asked.
Ghoulieâs eyes became enormous, as only Ghoulieâs could. âA diamond!â he gasped. âThe biggest one I ever heard of.â
Beamer and Scilla leaped from their chairs and crowded in beside him, straining to see. True enough, the ring on her finger held a glittering stone bigger than a marble shooter.
âNo, itâs just a rock,â she corrected him. She moved toward the window, her cane making a clopping beat on the floor with every other step. âWithout
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