Black and Blue Magic by Zilpha Keatley Snyder

Author:Zilpha Keatley Snyder [Snyder, Zilpha Keatley]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: C429, Extratorrents, Kat
ISBN: 9781453271889
Publisher: Open Road
Published: 2012-10-23T01:00:00+00:00

Harry’s Flying Suit

IT DIDN’T TURN OUT to be such a very bad cold in the head, at least not right at first. But it was bad enough to make Harry decide he ought to wear something more than pajama pants the next time he went flying. He’d have to pick out something to fly in—something light and yet warm. It wasn’t until he slipped out of bed and was standing in front of his closet that he realized he had a problem: how do you get into a sweat-shirt when you’re already wearing wings? Of course, you can cut some big holes for the wings to come through, but then you have a different problem: how to explain two big holes in the back of your sweat-shirt to Mom.

Harry was still standing in front of the closet trying to figure out what he could wear when Mom came in. “Hi,” she said, “do you know what time it is?”

Harry looked at his clock on the bed table. “For Pete Squeaks!” he said. “It’s nine o’clock. I slept right through breakfast.”

“I called you earlier,” Mom said. “But you didn’t wake up. Then I remembered you were up late helping Mr. Mazzeeck move out, so I let you sleep in.”

Up late! Mom didn’t know the half of it. She’d flip if she knew how late he’d really been up. And what if she knew how far up?

Not that Harry wouldn’t have liked to tell Mom all about it. But of course, he couldn’t; he’d promised Mr. Mazzeeck to keep it a secret.

“Well, get dressed and come on down to the kitchen,” Mom said. “I’ll fix you some breakfast.” She started to leave, but then she stopped and took another look. “Well, for goodness sake. What happened to your pants?” She was looking at the big hole that Harry had torn in the knee of his pajamas when he lit on the roof of Madelaine’s School of Ballet.

“I guess I ... Well, I just fell down,” Harry said. It was certainly the truth, too, as far as it went. As long as Mom didn’t start asking “where?” and “how come?”

He needn’t have worried, though. Mom only shook her head slowly and went on out the door. After all, she’d known Harry long enough to know he usually didn’t have any particular reason for that sort of thing.

But this morning Harry didn’t waste any time brooding about the boring old subject of his clumsiness. He had better things to think about. Remembering about last night was almost as exciting as living it had been. In fact, every time he thought about what it had been like last night, up there over the city, he felt as if something had just pulled up a draw string on his stomach. He kept thinking about it all the time he was eating his breakfast at the kitchen table. Or trying to eat it anyway.

All of a sudden Mom said, “Harry, are you getting sick? You’ve hardly eaten anything and you have the strangest expression on your face.

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