“The spell…Nami’s spell, Halloween, these letters…Everything that happened all summer long, every bit of it suddenly makes sense.”
“It does.”
“You don’t mind sharing our wedding night, do you?”
“Not at all.” I touched Goose’s smile, and one spread across my face as well. I loved the idea as much as he did. “Come one, come all,” I said.
Suddenly, a roar, like a jet engine or the biggest train ever built was barreling straight at the building, made us look toward the windows. The glass in them rattled, and the entire structure began to groan. The one element of The Wizard of Oz we would have happily done without was the twister, yet here it was upon us, apparently. Truthfully, I was a little scared.
“Come hold on to me, Patrick.” Goose was, too.
“Gladly,” I said, just before a mighty crash outside. “That didn’t sound good.”