As soon as Gram left the apartment Sunday morning to work at the food pantry, I raced to my room and slipped on my shoes. After everything that had happened in the last week, Gram had decided the magic repair shop was too dangerous and I was forbidden to go there. But I knew I couldn’t stay away. I had
to get Mr. McGuire to convince Gram to let me work there.
That’s not to say I didn’t understand why Gram didn’t want me to go down to the shop anymore. I’d been in Connecticut for less than a week and already I’d already been attacked by a lion and kidnapped by a...