No doubt I was blushing horribly. “Right. I suppose if you leave the door ajar…Er, what brings you here?”
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bsp; He leaned against the closet door. With some horror, I realized it was still open, revealing my poster of Anubis.
“There’s so much going on,” Walt said. “You’ve got enough to worry about. I don’t want you worrying about me as well.”
“Too late,” I admitted.
He nodded, as if he shared my frustration. “That day in the desert, at Bahariya…would you think I’m crazy if I tell you that was the best day of my life?”
My heart fluttered, but I tried to stay calm. “Well, Egyptian public transportation, roadside bandits, smelly camels, psychotic Roman mummies, and possessed date farmers…Gosh, it was quite a day.”
“And you,” he said.
“Yes, well…I suppose I belong in that list of catastrophes.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
I was feeling like quite a bad supervisor—nervous and confused, and having very un-supervisory thoughts. My eyes strayed to the closet door. Walt noticed.
“Oh.” He pointed to Anubis. “You want me to close this?”
“Yes,” I said. “No. Possibly. I mean, it doesn’t matter. Well, not that it doesn’t matter, but—”
Walt laughed as if my discomfort didn’t bother him at all. “Sadie, look. I just wanted to say, whatever happens, I’m glad I met you. I’m glad I came to Brooklyn. Jaz is working on a cure for me. Maybe she’ll find something, but either way…it’s okay.”
“It’s not okay!” I think my anger surprised me more than it did him. “Walt, you’re dying of a bloody curse. And—and I had Menshikov right there, ready to tell me the cure, and…I failed you. Like I failed Bes. I didn’t even bring back Ra properly.”
I was furious with myself for crying, but I couldn’t help it. Walt came over and sat next to me. He didn’t try to put his arm around me, which was just as well. I was already confused enough.
“You didn’t fail me,” he said. “You didn’t fail anybody. You did what was right, and that takes sacrifice.”
“Not you,” I said. “I don’t want you to die.”
His smile made me feel as if the world had been reduced to just two people.
“Ra’s return may not have cured me,” he said, “but it still gave me new hope. You’re amazing, Sadie. One way or another, we’re going to make this work. I’m not leaving you.”
That sounded so good, so excellent, and so impossible. “How can you promise that?”
He eyes drifted to the picture of Anubis, then back to me. “Just try not to worry about me. We have to concentrate on defeating Apophis.”
“Any idea how?”
He gestured toward my bedside table, where my beaten-up old tape recorder sat—a gift from my grandparents ages ago.
“Tell people what really happened,” he said. “Don’t let Jacobi and the others spread lies about your family. I came to Brooklyn because I got your first message—the recording about the Red Pyramid, the djed amulet. You asked for help, and we answered. It’s time to ask for help again.”
“But how many magicians did we really reach the first time —twenty?”
“Hey, we did pretty well last night.” Walt held my eyes. I thought he might kiss me, but something made us both hesitate—a sense that it would only make things more uncertain, more fragile. “Send out another tape, Sadie. Just tell the truth. When you talk…” He shrugged, and then stood to leave. “Well, you’re pretty hard to ignore.”
A few moments after he left, Carter came in, a book tucked under his arm. He found me listening to my sad music, staring at the tape recorder on the dresser.
“Was that Walt coming out of your room?” he asked. A little brotherly protectiveness crept into his voice. “What’s up?”
“Oh, just…” My eyes fixed on the book he was carrying. It was a tattered old textbook, and I wondered if he meant to assign me some sort of homework. But the cover looked so familiar: the diamond design, the multicolored foil letters. “What is that?”