Suddenly, his eyes opened and he shoved Sabrina away.
“I’m contaminated!” he cried, wiping his mouth.
“Puck, you’re alive!” Daphne shouted and hugged the boy.
“Of course I’m alive,” the boy said, crawling to his feet. His wings disappeared into his back. “I happen to be immortal.”
“We thought … you were … I tried,” Sabrina stammered.
“You thought you’d give me a kiss while I was vulnerable,” Puck said indignantly. “I guess I’m going to have to stop taking baths if you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”
Sabrina was so angry she was sure steam was coming out of her ears.
“What happened to you?” Daphne asked.
“I forgot how close the old witch’s barrier was. I slammed into it pretty hard.” Puck laughed.
“You think this is funny?” Sabrina snapped. “We could have died out there.”
“Children?” a soft voice called out from behind them. They spun around and found Ms. White standing on the banks of the river. “We need to get you out of this cold.”
“Well, I knew something was strange. I’d never had a student ask me for a detention before,” the pretty teacher said, winking at Daphne, who sat in the front seat of the car with her. Puck and Sabrina huddled in the backseat under a blanket.
“Knowing your father as I did, I figured the two of you were up to something, so I thought I’d better come down to the detention room and find out what was going on. When I got there, the Queen of Hearts was trying to fight off the monster with a chair,” she continued.
The children were stunned.
“Monster!” they said in unison.
“Was it a giant spider or a frog-girl?” Sabrina asked.
“Neither!” Snow White replied. “This was more like a wolf or a Bigfoot. I think it ate Charlie. It was going after the queen next, but lucky for her, I arrived. I managed to distract it, but I knew I couldn’t fight it by myself.”
“What did you do?” said Daphne.
“Nothing. I didn’t have to. Wendell saved us,” the teacher continued. “He blew into his harmonica and it seemed to stop the monster, at least for a second, but then it jumped out the window and ran off. Wendell was chasing after it when you saw him. I suppose if he were older he could have stopped the thing all together. His dad has been known to halt elephants in their tracks.”
“So Wendell can control things with his harmonica,” Sabrina said, her voice full of suspicion. “Just like his father, the Pied Piper. How do you know he was trying to save you? Maybe he was trying to help that thing escape.”
“Oh, no!” Snow White argued. “That sweet little boy had nothing to do with this.”
“Ms. White, when we confronted him, he sent an army of rabbits after us,” Sabrina said. “Besides, he’s an Everafter.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” the teacher said.
“It means he has secrets,” Sabrina said. “All of you walk around here, hiding behind your magic and when something bad happens, you just make it disappear. Poof, and the problem is gone!”
“Sabrina, shut up!” Daphne cried.
“I’m not hiding, young lady,” Ms. White replied coolly, as she pulled her car into Granny’s driveway. “Everafters are not all alike.”
Before Sabrina could argue, Granny Relda and Elvis came running out to meet them.
“Lieblings, where have you been?” their grandmother said, rushing down the driveway as the children climbed out of the car. Elvis was so excited to see Daphne, he accidentally knocked her down with a series of excited kisses.
“In the river,” the little girl said. “It was fun but very cold.”
“In the river?” Granny Relda asked. “Why were you in the river?”
“The rabbits chased us there,” Daphne replied matter-of-factly.
The old woman threw her hands into the air. “What are you talking about?”
“They’ve had quite an afternoon, Relda,” Ms. White said as she got out of her car. “They could use some warm clothes and some soup.”
“Thank you for bringing them home, Snow,” the old woman said, taking the teacher’s hand.
“My pleasure,” Snow White said. She turned and went back to her car, but then, suddenly, she turned and eyed Sabrina. “I hope you’ll think about what I said. You can’t judge the many by the actions of the few.”
Granny raised a curious eyebrow at Sabrina as the teacher drove away.
“Lieblings, we have to get you into the bath,” the old woman said. “Daphne, you go first, and make that water good and warm.”
Daphne nodded and rushed into the house, with Elvis at her heels.
“I think I’ll go up to my room,” Puck said, spinning around and heading for the stairs.
“Absolutely not!” Granny Relda commanded. “You’re next in the bathtub.”
The boy’s face tightened as if he had just bitten into a lemon. “I’ve already had all the baths I’m ever going to take. We’re not going to make this a habit. I have a reputation. I’m a master villain. What will people say if they hear an old lady is forcing me into the bathtub every ten minutes?” he demanded. “I’ll be the laughingstock of every tree gnome, pixie, hobgoblin, and brownie from here to Wonderland.”
“Well, everyone is just going to have to think a little less of you then, Mr. Master Villain,” Granny said. “Now, rush upstairs and change out of those clothes and don’t put on that ratty green sweatshirt and jeans. Put on something clean!”
Puck pouted, but Granny Relda didn’t budge. After several moments of staring her down, he spun around and stomped into the house.
“You, too,” the old woman said to Sabrina. “Run upstairs and put on a bathrobe and some warm socks and come back down. I could use your help with the soup.”
The old “I need your help” routine, the girl thought as she plodded up the steps to change out of her dripping clothes. Nine times out of ten, when an adult asked a child for help with something, it meant they were planning a lecture. But Sabrina thought it best just to change and get it over with. Once she was out of her clothes and into a warm robe, she headed back downstairs, passing the bathroom door, where she could hear Daphne begging Elvis to get into the tub with her. A tremendous splash told Sabrina that the little girl had gotten her wish.
When she passed Puck’s room, she heard a horrible smashing sound inside. Apparently, the idea of another bath was not sitting well with the Trickster King. She wondered what his garden paradise would look like after the fairy prince got through with his temper tantrum.
“Sabrina? Is that you, liebling?” Granny called from the kitchen.
The girl followed the voice and found the old woman had already put a pot of broth on the stove and was chopping carrots and celery into little pieces on a cutting board.
“What are we making?” Sabrina asked sarcastically. “Kangarootail soup? Cream of fungus?”
“Chicken noodle,” Granny replied. “Why don’t you have a seat on that stool? I think it’s time you and I had a talk.”
Sabrina rolled her eyes, but sat down.
“You’ve got a lot of anger in you, child,” said Granny Relda.
Sure she was angry! Who wouldn’t be? She was tired of the secrets and the lies. Tired of the things hidden underneath, tired of the surprises that popped up every single day. No one in this town was what they seemed. One of them had her parents. Was she supposed to walk around making friends and passing out cookies?
“I get angry, too,” her grandmother continued. “My son and daughter-in-law are out there somewhere and I can’t find them. Every night, after you girls are asleep, I ask Mirror to let me take a look at them. In a way, it makes me happy that they are still there, sleeping so peacefully, not even knowing all the trouble that we’re going through to find them.
“And I crawl back in bed and I want to scream,” Granny said, tossing the chopped celery into the big silver pot. “I hate feeling helples
s and I blame myself for not being able to find them. After all, there’s more magic and books in this house than in ten thousand fairy tales combined, and yet I’m no closer to bringing them home today than I was six months ago.
“Sometimes I look around this town and wonder if the person responsible for all of our heartache is sitting next to me in the coffee shop,” she continued. “Or maybe it’s the lady behind me in line at the supermarket or the woman who styles my hair at the beauty parlor. Maybe it’s the nice man at the filling station who pumps gas into the car. Maybe it’s the paperboy or the mailman or that girl who sells cookies for the scouts.”
Sabrina’s heart began to rise. Granny Relda felt exactly the way she did. Why hadn’t she told them her true feelings about the town? It would have kept Sabrina from feeling so guilty and confused about the place.
“You’re looking at the wrong people,” she said, feeling encouraged by the old woman’s revelation. “You should be looking at the Everafters.”
“Liebling, Everafters are people.” Granny said, setting down her knife. “They have families and homes and dreams.”
“And murderous plots, kidnapping schemes, and plans to destroy the town.”
“You don’t really believe they are all bad, do you? What about Snow White and the sheriff?”
“They’re Everafters. We just haven’t discovered what they’re really up to yet.”
“Sabrina!” Granny Relda shouted. “No grandchild of mine is going to be a bigot! Hatred can grow, child, into something terrible and beyond your control!”
“You’re defending the Everafters? They took my parents away and you are defending them?” Sabrina cried. She jumped off the stool.
“Yes, I’m going to defend them and anyone else who people choose to discriminate against.”
“How can you do it?” Sabrina screamed, on the verge of tears.
“Because that is what I choose to do,” the old woman said. “Yes, there are bad people among the Everafters but there are bad people among us all. You can’t blame them all for the actions of one. I know it is difficult when you don’t know who is responsible, but the guilt cannot be everyone’s.”
Sabrina felt as if she were being suffocated. The kitchen suddenly seemed so small, as though there wasn’t room for the both of them anymore.
“You can look at it any way you want,” she said, taking a step backward. “But if they aren’t all in on it, then they sure aren’t stepping up to help. And every time you smile at one of them or shake one of their hands you are just making it that much easier for them to stab you in the back.”
“Sabrina,” Granny said. “You have to get a hold of your anger. If you cannot learn to control your hatred, your hatred will control you.”
“I’ll get a hold of my anger when my mom and dad are safe at home,” the girl cried.
Sabrina spun around and rushed out of the room, up the stairs, and into her bedroom. She slammed the door and ran to her bed. Burying her head under the pillows, she broke into violent sobs. In two weeks it would be Christmas, the second Christmas since one of them—one of the Everafters—had kidnapped her parents. Why didn’t anyone care about bringing them home? Why was she the only one who saw what was really going on in Ferryport Landing?
Sabrina awoke to a knocking on her bedroom door. She looked over at the clock on the nightstand and realized it was already seven o’clock at night. She had been asleep for more than three hours. Still in her robe and socks, she crawled out of the bed and crossed the room to open the door. Mr. Canis was waiting on the other side.
“The family awaits you in the car,” he said.
“I don’t feel like going anywhere,” she responded. The thought of seeing Granny Relda and Daphne right now made her sick to her stomach.
“Child, this is not an invitation,” Mr. Canis said. “There is work to be done. Get dressed now and meet us at the car.”
“Where are we going?”
Mr. Canis took a deep breath before he answered. “The answer to that question will not change the fact that you are going there. We are waiting in the car.”
“I’ll be down in a minute,” Sabrina said. She closed the door and got dressed, but the fresh clothes didn’t do anything to hide the horrible odor coming off of her. She had slept through bath-time, and now she smelled like a slimy, bottom-feeding fish.
She hurried through the empty house, put on her coat and hat, and opened the front door. Granny was waiting outside with her key ring in hand.
“Feeling better?” she asked.
Sabrina nodded. Thankfully, the old woman wasn’t going to keep harping on their conversation.
“Good, a nap can do wonders for a person. Hurry along. Everyone is in the car.”
Daphne, Elvis, and Puck were in the backseat looking warm and well fed. The little girl and the dog both stared out the window when Sabrina got inside. Apparently, her little sister was back to giving Sabrina the silent treatment, and this time Elvis was joining her. Puck, on the other hand, looked at her and laughed.
“You are in so much trouble.” He chuckled, sounding impressed.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“The sheriff needs our help,” Granny replied.
They cruised through the country roads, heading toward the elementary school. Mr. Canis pulled into the parking lot. Sheriff Hamstead’s car was parked nearby. When everyone piled out, the old man once again climbed onto the top of the car and sat in his meditative posture. Elvis whined when he realized he was being left behind again.
“Buddy, you can come in with us, but there’s a criminal stealing blankets out of the backseats of cars,” Daphne warned. “He might snatch yours while we’re inside.”
The big dog bit down hard on the edge of his blanket and eyed the windows suspiciously as the family went into the school.
They rushed to the principal’s office, where they found the sheriff sitting in a chair taking notes while Mr. Hamelin paced back and forth.
“Relda, what are you doing here?” the principal asked.
“The sheriff asked us to come by,” she explained.
“The Grimms are pretty good at finding people,” Hamstead said awkwardly. It was obvious to Sabrina he was trying to be discreet about the family being deputized.
“We’re happy to help,” Granny Relda said.
“No offense, Relda, but my kid is freezing out in the cold somewhere. I don’t need an old woman and two kids, I need the police department,” Hamelin said.
“I’ve got the best tracking dog in the world in the car,” Granny said. “I’d take Elvis over a hundred police officers any day. We’ll find your boy.”
The principal sat down in his chair and rolled it over to the icy window. “It’s so cold out there,” he whispered.
“My girls were chasing Wendell this afternoon,” Granny said.
“I heard all about it,” the man responded, without turning away from the window.
“Then you know he’s involved with the deaths.”
Hamelin spun around in his seat angrily and pointed his finger at the old woman. “He didn’t do it,” he shouted.
“I know that, Piper. In fact, I think he’s been trying to stop what’s going on in this school.”
“He’s so curious. One afternoon we watched an old black-and-white detective movie on TV together and he was hooked. Now, everything’s a mystery. I should have known he’d get himself in trouble.”
“He also seems to have picked up his father’s flair for music. I hear he’s using a harmonica to control animals.”
“Relda, he’s a good kid,” Hamelin said.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and Mr. Sheepshank entered.
“Oh, hello, everyone. So sorry to interrupt,” he said, pointing to the wristwatch on his freckled arm. “Mr. Hamelin, it’s time.”
“Counselor, my son is missing!” the principal shouted angrily. Sabrina turned to look at the rosy-cheeked man, who smiled nervously.
/> “Of course. We can talk later,” he said. He closed the door and was gone.
Daphne took her silver star out of her pocket and pinned it to her chest so that everyone could see her badge. “Mr. Hamelin, we don’t want you to worry. We’ll find your son and bring him back to you.”
Granny Relda smiled at the little girl.
“Why are you so eager to help me?” Hamelin asked.
“That’s our job,” Daphne said. “To protect and serve.” The little girl reached down, yanked on her belt, and pulled her pants up. Sabrina almost burst out laughing, but quickly stopped herself when Sheriff Hamstead’s angry face told her he recognized the little girl’s impression.
“I know you’ve had a history with my family, Piper, but I like to think we’re never too far along to start over,” Granny said, extending her hand. Hamelin stared at it for a moment, then shook it firmly.
“All we need is his locker number.”
The principal punched a key on his desktop computer and the screen lit up. He typed in a few strokes and smiled.
“He’s number three-two-three. That’s right around the corner, near the boiler room door,” he said. “What should I do? Can I go with you?”
“Wait here,” the sheriff said as he stood up from his chair. “We’ll call you as soon as we know anything.”
Hamstead and the family walked out of the office and down the hall until they found 323, right where the principal had told them it would be.
“Do you have some kind of magic that opens locks?” Sabrina asked, as she eyed the combination lock on the door.
Granny opened her handbag and pulled out a hammer.
“I wouldn’t call it magic, exactly,” she said, handing the hammer to Puck. The boy grinned and raised the hammer high over his head. He brought it down hard on the lock and it snapped in two.
“Can I do another?” he asked, but the old woman snatched the hammer out of his hand and placed it back into her handbag. Then she tossed the broken pieces of the lock to the floor and opened the locker. Inside was a winter coat Wendell had left behind. Granny pulled it out and tucked it under her arm.
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