It’s time to wish you both goodnight,

my dearies, Mrs Eames said. If there’s

anything you need whatsoever, just

remember, I’m only next door. She

handed me a card with her phone

number on it, and kissed me tenderly

on the forehead. She then bear-hugged

William, who giggled helplessly. Mrs

Eames was our fairy godmother in a

horrible world. I thanked her warmly.

Please call me Meg, she said simply.

I nodded, and pecked her cheek. That

meant we’d be inseparable.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist

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