hands.
In the distance the great stone house loomed as
majestic and tall as ever. Sunlight found an opening in
the clouds and widened and widened it until bright
rays washed over the grounds and the building. Luke and I looked at each other. In my memory
our fantasy words replayed themselves: ". . . maybe it
becomes whatever you want it to become . . . if I want
it to be made of sugar and maple, it will be." "And if I want it to be a magnificent castle with
lords and ladies-in-waiting and a sad prince moping
about, longing for his princess to come, it will be." "Be my princess, Annie," Luke said suddenly,
as if he heard my thoughts.
"Forever and ever?"
"Forever and ever."
"Oh yes, Luke. Yes."
He put his arm around my waist and then we
turned away and went back to the car.
I smiled to myself, positive that back in the
cottage, Troy was listening to the tinkle of a Chopin
melody.