by Brandon Mull
   it. Grandpa withdrew his hand. Never liked me much.
   Some of these toys look expensive, Kendra said,
   standing beside an ornate Victorian dollhouse.
   Toys are meant to be played with, Grandpa said. Do
   your best to keep them in decent shape, and that will be
   good enough.
   Seth moved from the hen cage to a small piano in the
   corner of the room. He banged on the keys, and the notes
   that clanged sounded different from what Kendra would
   have expected. It was a little harpsichord.
   Consider this room your space, Grandpa said.
   Within reason, I’ll not bother you to pick things up in
   here, so long as you treat the rest of the house with
   respect.
   Okay, Kendra said.
   I also have some unfortunate news. We are in the
   height of tick season. You kids ever hear of Lyme disease?
   Seth shook his head.
   I think so, Kendra said.
   It was originally discovered in the town of Lyme,
   Connecticut, not too far from here. You catch it from tick
   bites. The woods are full of ticks this year.
   What does it do? Seth asked.
   Grandpa paused for a solemn moment. Starts out as a
   rash. Before long it can lead to arthritis, paralysis, and heart
   failure. Besides, disease or no, you don’t want ticks burrowing
   into your skin to drink your blood. You try to pull them
   off and the head detaches. Hard to get out.
   That’s disgusting! Kendra exclaimed.
   Grandpa nodded grimly. They’re so small you can
   hardly see them, at least until they fill up on blood. Then
   they swell to the size of a grape. Anyhow, point is, you kids
   are not allowed to enter the woods under any circumstances.
   Stay on the lawn. Break that rule and your outdoor
   privileges will be revoked. We understand one another?
   Kendra and Seth nodded.
   You also need to keep out of the barn. Too many ladders
   and rusty old pieces of farm equipment. Same rules
   apply to the barn as apply to the woods. Set foot in there,
   and you will spend the rest of your stay in this room.
   Okay, Seth said, crossing the room to where a little
   easel stood on a paint-spattered tarp. A blank canvas rested
   on the easel. Additional blank canvases leaned against the
   wall nearby, beside shelves stocked with jars of paint. Can
   I paint?
   I’m telling you twice, you have the run of this room,
   Grandpa said. Just try not to destroy it. I have many
   chores to attend to, so I may not be around much. There
   should be plenty of toys and hobbies here to keep you
   busy.
   What about a TV? Seth asked.
   No TV or radio, Grandpa replied. Rules of the
   house. If you need anything, Lena will never be far. He
   indicated a purple cord hanging against the wall near one
   of the beds. Tug the cord if you need her. In fact, Lena will
   be up with your supper in a few minutes.
   Won’t we eat together? Kendra asked.
   Some days. Right now I need to visit the east hayfield.
   May not be back until late.
   How much land do you own? asked Seth.
   Grandpa smiled. More than my share. Let’s leave it at
   that. I’ll see you kids in the morning. He turned to leave
   and then paused, reaching into his coat pocket. Turning
   back, he handed Kendra a tiny key ring holding three
   miniature keys of varying sizes. Each of these keys fits
   something in this room. See if you can figure out what each
   unlocks.
   Grandpa Sorenson walked out of the room, closing the
   door behind him. Kendra listened as he descended the
   stairs. She stood at the door, waiting, and then gently tried
   the handle. It turned slowly. She eased the door open,
   peered down the empty stairway, and then closed it. At
   least he had not locked them in.
   Seth had opened a toy chest and was examining the
   contents. The toys were old-fashioned but in excellent
   condition. Soldiers, dolls, puzzles, stuffed animals, wooden
   blocks.
   Kendra wandered over to a telescope by a window. She
   peered into the eyepiece, positioned the telescope to look
   through a windowpane, and began twisting the focus
   knobs. She could improve the focus but couldn’t get it
   quite right.
   She stopped fiddling with the knobs and examined the
   window. The panes were made of bubbly glass, like those in
   the front of the house. The images were being distorted
   before they reached the telescope.
   Unfastening a latch, Kendra pushed the window open.
   She had a good view of the forest east of the house,
   illuminated by the golden hues of the setting sun. Moving
   the telescope closer to the window, she spent some time
   mastering the knobs, bringing the leaves on the trees below
   into crisp focus.
   Let me see, Seth said. He was standing beside her.
   Pick up those toys first. A mess of toys lay piled near
   the open chest.
   Grandpa said we can do what we want in here.
   Without making it a disaster. You’re already wrecking
   the place.
   I’m playing. This is a playroom.
   Remember how Mom and Dad said we need to pick
   up after ourselves?
   Remember how Mom and Dad aren’t here?
   I’ll tell.
   How? Stick a note in a bottle? You won’t even remember
   by the time they get back.
   Kendra noticed a calendar on the wall. I’ll write it on
   the calendar.
   Good. And I’ll look through the telescope while you
   do that.
   This is the one thing in the room I was doing. Why
   don’t you find something else?
   I didn’t notice the telescope. Why don’t you share?
   Don’t Mom and Dad also tell us to share?
   Fine, Kendra said. It’s all yours. But I’m closing the
   window. Bugs are coming in.
   Whatever.
   She shut the window.
   Seth looked into the eyepiece and started twisting the
   focus knobs. Kendra took a closer look at the calendar. It
   was from 1953. Each month was accompanied by an illustration
   of a fairyland palace.
   She turned the calendar to June. Today was June 11.
   The days of the week did not match up, but she could still
   count down to when her parents would return. They would
   be back June 28.
   This stupid thing won’t even focus, Seth complained.
   Kendra smiled.
   Collecting Clues
   The next morning, Kendra sat at breakfast across from
   her grandfather. A wooden clock on the wall above
   him read 8:43. Reflected sunlight flashed in the corner of
   her eye. Seth was using his butter knife to bounce sun rays.
   She was not seated close enough to the window to
   retaliate.
   Nobody likes the sun in their eyes, Seth, Grandpa
   said.
   Seth stopped. Where’s Dale? he asked.
   Dale and I got up a few hours ago. He’s out working.
   I’m just here to keep you company on your first morning.
   Lena set a bowl in front of Seth and another in front of
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   What’s this? Seth asked.
   Cream of wheat, Lena replied.
   Sticks to your ribs, Grandpa added.
   Seth probed the cream of wheat with his spoon.
   What’s in it? Blood?
   Berries from the garden and homemade raspberry preserves,
   Lena said, placing a platter on the table containing
   toast, butter, a pitcher of milk, a bowl of sugar, and a
   bowl of jam.
   Kendra sampled the cream of wheat. It was delicious.
   The berries and raspberry preserves sweetened it to
   perfection.
   This is good! Seth said. Just think, Dad is eating
   snails.
   You kids remember the rules about the woods,
   Grandpa said.
   And to stay out of the barn, Kendra said.
   Good girl. There’s a swimming pool out back that we
   got ready for you-all the chemicals are balanced and
   whatnot. There are gardens to explore. You can always play
   in your room. Just respect the rules and we’ll get along
   fine.
   When is Grandma coming back? Kendra asked.
   Grandpa glanced down at his hands. That depends on
   your Aunt Edna. Could be next week. Could be a couple
   months.
   Good thing Grandma got over her illness, Kendra
   said.
   Illness?
   The one that kept her from going to the funeral.
   Right. Yeah, she was still a little under the weather
   when she left for Missouri.
   Grandpa was acting a little peculiar. Kendra wondered
   if he was uncomfortable around children.
   I’m sad we missed her, Kendra said.
   She’s sorry too. Well, I better be off. Grandpa had not
   eaten anything. He pushed his chair back, stood up, and
   stepped away from the table, rubbing his palms against his
   jeans. If you swim, don’t forget to wear sunblock. I’ll see
   you kids later.
   At lunch? Seth asked.
   Probably not until supper. Lena will help you with
   anything you need.
   He left the room.
   Dressed in her swimsuit, a towel over one shoulder,
   Kendra stepped through the door onto the back porch. She
   carried a handheld mirror she had found in the nightstand
   by her bed. The handle was mother-of-pearl studded with
   rhinestones. The day was a bit humid, but the temperature
   was pleasant.
   She walked to the railing of the porch and gazed over
   the gorgeously manicured backyard. Paths of white stones
   meandered among flower beds, hedgerows, vegetable gardens,
   fruit trees, and flowering plants. Tangled grapevines
   curled along suspended lattices. All the flowers seemed to
   be in full bloom. Kendra had never seen such brilliant
   blossoms.
   Seth was already swimming. The pool had a black bottom,
   and it was fringed with rocks to make it seem like a
   pond. Kendra hurried down the steps and started down a
   path toward the pool.
   The garden teemed with life. Hummingbirds darted
   among the foliage, wings nearly invisible as they hovered.
   Huge bumblebees with fuzzy abdomens buzzed from one
   blossom to another. A stunning variety of butterflies fluttered
   about on tissue-paper wings.
   Kendra passed a small, waterless fountain featuring a
   statue of a frog. She paused as a large butterfly alighted on
   the rim of an empty birdbath. It had huge wings-blue,
   black, and violet. She had never seen a butterfly with such
   vivid coloring. Of course, she had never visited a world-class
   garden. The house was not quite a mansion, but the
   grounds were fit for a king. No wonder Grandpa Sorenson
   had so many chores.
   The path finally deposited Kendra at the pool.
   Variegated flagstones paved the poolside area. There were a
   few recliners and a circular table with a big umbrella.
   Seth leaped from a stone outcropping into the swimming
   pool, legs curled up, and hit the water with a big
   splash. Kendra set her towel and mirror on the table and
   grabbed a bottle of sunblock. She smeared the white cream
   over her face, arms, and legs until it disappeared into her
   skin.
   While Seth was swimming underwater, Kendra picked
   up the mirror. She angled the face so it reflected sunlight
   onto the water. When Seth surfaced, she made sure the
   bright splotch of sunlight covered his face.
   Hey! he shouted, swimming away from her. She kept
   the glare from the mirror on the back of his head. Gripping
   the side of the pool, Seth turned to look at her again,
   throwing up a hand and squinting to ward off the light. He
   had to look away.
   Kendra laughed.
   Cut it out, Seth called.
   You don’t like that?
   Quit it. I won’t do it anymore. Grandpa already yelled
   at me.
   Kendra set the mirror on the table. That mirror is a lot
   brighter than a butter knife, she said. I bet it already did
   permanent damage to your retinas.
   I hope so, then I’ll sue you for a billion dollars.
   Good luck. I have about a hundred in the bank. It
   might be enough for you to buy some eye patches.
   He swam toward her angrily, and Kendra walked forward
   to the edge of the pool. As he started climbing out,
   she shoved him back in. She was almost a full head taller
   than Seth and could usually handle him in a fight,
   although if they ended up wrestling he was pretty squirmy.
   Seth changed tactics and started splashing her, making
   quick scooping motions across the surface of the pool. The
   water felt cold, and Kendra recoiled at first, then leapt over
   Seth into the water. After the initial shock, she swiftly
   grew accustomed to the temperature, stroking over to the
   shallow end away from her brother.
   He chased her, and they ended up in a splash fight.
   Locking his hands, Seth swung his arms in wide arcs, skimming
   the top of the water. Kendra pushed at the water with
   both hands, a churning motion that generated smaller but
   more focused splashes. Soon they grew tired. It was hard to
   win a water fight when both participants were already
   soaked.
   Let’s have a race, Kendra suggested as the splashing
   subsided.
   They raced back and forth across the pool. First they
   raced freestyle, then backstroke, breaststroke, and sidestroke.
   After that they created handicaps, like racing with
   no arms or hopping across the width of the shallow end on
   one foot. Kendra usually won, but Seth was faster at backstroke
   and some of the handicapped races.
   When Kendra grew bored, she got out of the pool.
   Walking toward the table to retrieve her towel, she stroked
   her long hair, enjoying the rubbery texture as the wetness
   made the strands cling together.
   Seth climbed on top of a big rock near the deep end.
   Watch this can opener! He jumped with one leg straight
   and the other bent.
   Good job, Kendra said to placate him when he
   surfaced. Shifting her gaze to the table, Kendra froze.
   Hummingbirds, bumblebees, and butterfli
es swirled in the
   air above the handheld mirror. Several other butterflies and
   a couple of large dragonflies actually rested on the face of
   the mirror itself.
   Seth, come look at this! Kendra hissed in a loud
   whisper.
   What?
   Just come here.
   Seth boosted himself out of the pool and padded over
   to Kendra, arms folded. He stared at the cloud of life
   whirling above the mirror. What’s their deal?
   I don’t know, she replied. Do insects like mirrors?
   These ones do.
   Look at the red and white butterfly. It’s enormous.
   Same with that dragonfly, Seth pointed out.
   I wish I had a camera. I dare you to go get the mirror.
   Seth shrugged. Sure.
   He trotted over to the table, grabbed the mirror by the
   handle, dashed to the pool, and dove in. Some of the insects
   scattered instantly. The majority drifted in the direction
   Seth had gone but dispersed before reaching the pool.
   Seth surfaced. Any bees after me?
   Get the mirror out of the water. You’ll ruin it!
   Settle down, it’s fine, he said, stroking over to the
   side.
   Give it to me. She took the mirror from him and
   wiped it dry with her towel. It looked undamaged. Let’s try
   an experiment.
   Kendra placed the mirror face up on a lounge chair and
   backed away. Think they’ll come back?
   We’ll see.
   Kendra and Seth sat down at the table, not far from the
   lounge chair. After less than a minute, a hummingbird
   glided over to the mirror and hovered above it. Soon it was
   joined by a few butterflies. A bumblebee alighted on the
   face. Before long another swarm of small winged creatures
   crowded the mirror.
   Go turn the mirror face down, Kendra said. I want
   to see whether they like the reflection or the mirror itself.
   Seth crept toward the mirror. The little animals took
   no apparent notice of his approach. He reached forward
   slowly, flipped the mirror over, and then retreated to the
   table.
   The butterflies and bees that had landed on the mirror
   took flight when it was overturned, but only a few of the
   winged creatures flew away. Most of the swarm lingered. A
   pair of butterflies and a dragonfly landed on the lounge
   chair at the edge of the mirror. Taking flight, they flipped
   the mirror over, nearly sliding it off the chair in the process.
   With the reflective surface showing again, the swarm
   pressed close. Several of the creatures landed on the face.
   Did you see that? Kendra asked.