PSI-2 Erik and Maggie had crayons and intentions. They were trying to be quiet about it but they had waited until they had Milo alone…
PSI-1 The dining room was too small for dining. It was dim, dingy and carpeted in dark green, which did very little for the atmosphere.…
PSI-1 Sanaam clasped both hands to his cheeks and every opening in his face widened to maximum capacity. He shrieked like a little girl in…
PSI-3 They were sitting beside each other on the back stairs. Erik had an empanada in a foil wrapper resting on a paper plate in…
PS-2 The weekday comics were small, black-and-white strips, maybe seven panels at the most, concerned with a gag a day or an incremental advancement of…
PSI-3 Maggie was awake. So she knew, on a base level, that her mother was also awake. It didn’t even startle her when a voice…
PSI-1 The morning of the twelfth, Ann went out first thing to purchase pastries. This would not overtax the kitchen, the dishes, or Mordecai, all…
PSI-3 “Hey, Mordecai, you can teach basic math and literacy, can’t you?” said Hyacinth. “Ahhhh!” Mordecai replied, as this conversation was taking place in a…
PSI-2 “Magic isn’t ‘just for fun!’ Call emergency services, one-one-one!” Bethany sang, skipping ahead of them. “Too much sugar,” Maggie opined with a snicker. “Creeps…
PSI-1 John Green-Tara was sitting on a slatted bench outside a movie theater in SoHo and waiting. Erik and probably Maggie, if she wanted to…