Spell Check by Julie Wright

Author:Julie Wright [Wright, Julie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: k'12
Publisher: Heart Stone Press
Published: 2014-06-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Note to self:

It’s easier to let kittens out of a bag than to catch them and put them in again.

So you could do magic my whole life?” Dad asked, holding a clean cloth to his head as Mom pulled out the first aid kit to tend to the scratches, welts, and bumps they’d acquired during their fight with the anacondas.

“Ja. Your whole life—most of my life for that matter—except those first fifteen years.” She smiled at me knowingly.

“You could do magic my whole life,” he repeated. “Magic! And I still had to pay for my own car, and my own gas, and I didn’t even get that motorcycle I really wanted—even though it was cheap!”

“Of course. What? You think magic makes me a bad mother? I still had to teach you a work ethic, didn’t I?”

“I can’t believe it.” he said, scowling at my mom as she pulled his hand with the cloth away from his head so she could put on antibacterial cream. Obviously, he wasn’t all that impressed with his education on work ethic. “And all those times I had to walk to school in the winter when it was freezing . . . you could have snapped your fingers and poofed me there.”

Farmor groaned. “Why does everyone say snap? We don’t snap. And what would happen if your schoolmates saw you appear in front of them? It’s bad enough we’ve had to be so obvious about what Allyson can do in front of your neighbors.”

Dad’s scowl deepened as Mom put the sticky part of a bandage over his eyebrow. “That’ll be fun to get off,” he said to her before turning back to Farmor. “You could’ve at least put a warming spell on me so I didn’t have to freeze the whole way to school.”

Farmor scraped the chair back as she stood abruptly and placed a hand on top of his head. “I wanted you to have a normal childhood unfettered with worry. And forget any more bandages.” She shooed my mom away while muttering something under her breath and focusing her energy on her hand at his head. Dad’s cuts and bruises filled in and changed to smooth skin.

Then she grabbed hold of the bandage Mom put over his eyebrow and yanked it off. Dad gritted his teeth and glared at his mother, but he didn’t cry out. I had to give him credit. I would have screamed if someone pulled my little eyebrow hairs out.

“Besides,” Farmor said. “You were a boy. I didn’t want you to feel bad when you had no ability on your own. Males cannot inherit the power; they can only hold it in reserve until they can pass it off to their female descendants. It has been a source of contention and bad blood in families for several other bloodlines. Since your father died young, and I had no intentions of remarrying, you were left an only child with no chance of ending up with a sister. It seemed better to not bring it up.

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