Mister Magic

by Kiersten White

god, I can’t read this part aloud, but let’s just say it involves a graphic sex act with a resident of the Hundred Acre Wood.” “Tigger. Has to be Tigger.”

After all, how can a childhood connect them if her end of that connection is nothing but empty static?

There’s a package of granola bars in the cupboard. Jenny must shop at the same places Gloria does, where everything comes in boxes large enough to live in.

“The three of us—you and me and Kitty—got extra lessons. Extra rules. Separate from the boys. Cover up, button down, no one likes a flashy clown.”

“We all chose what to remember.” Isaac doesn’t put his glasses back on. He doesn’t want to see anymore. “Or what to forget.”

“No,” he says, laughing. “But I love being wrong. I’m really good at it.” He follows Marcus through the tear.