The Three Rules of Everyday Magic

The Three Rules of Everyday Magic — page 7
That’s right Sofia calls into the night Watch out She’s a black belt Well not yet Sofia goes back to waving at imaginary admirers I shove my hands into my pockets You still won’t wear pink on the red carpet right No way Sofia holds out her pinkie to me Never wear pink and best friends forever I wrap my pinkie around hers and we shake on it There’s a rustle from somewhere in the orchard behind us and we both jump But it’s just Mr Harris’s cat He meows and rubs against my leg Sorry Fred I whisper No milk for you Mr Harris said it’s making you fat and lazy Fred saunters off between the trees Come on says Sofia Let’s go inside It’s freezing out here We trudge through Mr Harris’s almond orchard ducking beneath branches so they don’t catch in our hair So are you going to tell me what you wished for asks Sofia At the edge of the last row of trees the dirt turns to gravel crunching beneath our feet and we can see my house I wished for my dad to come back How long has it been now Four months and seventeen days