Waiting for the Magic Hardback - 2011

Chapter 1

IT WAS EARLY ON A SATURDAY summer morning when my mother and father stopped arguing and Papa walked away. He is a teacher of literature at the college, so he could have said words when he left. He didnt. And this time he didnt slam the door. He shut it with a small, soft sound that made me jump.

Click, said my four-year-old sister, Elinor, looking up from her coloring book. I stared at the door. I could feel my heart thump. And I could feel tears coming.

Later, when I went into my bedroom, I found two notes from Papaone for me and one for Elinor.

Dear William,

Ive gone off to do some writing. I will call you. And Ill be back to see you soon. Im sorry for this.

I love you,

Papa

I read Elinors note to her. It was like mine, but he had drawn a picture of Elinor in her long dress.

Elinor took the note but didnt say anything.

Suddenly Mama was in the doorway. She beckoned to me.

Lets go, William, she said. Get your sweater, Elinor.

I stood up and tore my letter into small pieces.

Whats that? Mama asked.

Nothing, I said. Go where?

I followed Mama out to the car.

She strapped Elinor into her car seat.

Were going to get a dog, she said firmly.

I sat next to Mama in the front seat.

Papa never wanted a dog, I said.

Thats true, said Mama. Your father is a flawed man. Everyone should have a dog.

What is flawed? asked Elinor from the backseat.

It means stupid, said Mama with feeling.

Stupid is a bad word, Elinor announced. She pronounced word as wood.

Yes, said Mama. He is a stupid bad wood.

Elinor had a list of bad woods, forbidden by Mama who thought words like fat and stupid were cruel to call anyone.

Mama began to cry then, very quietly, so that Elinor couldnt see. I couldnt say anything. Mamas crying scared me. All I could do was hate Papa for this. For causing Mama to cry right in front of me.

A driver cut off Mama, and she slammed on the brakes.

Go to your house, lady! yelled Elinor at the driver. Read a book or watch a movie!

Mama started to laugh, and so did I. Those words coming out of Elinors mouth; that face surrounded by messy blond hair. Words that must have been Mamas at one time.

What kind of dog are we getting? I asked.

Whatever they have, said Mama.

Can we get a cat? asked Elinor from the back.

Yes, said Mama.

For a moment I thought about asking for a horse, but I didnt think Mamas mood about animals would last that long.

Mama turned into the long driveway at the animal shelter.

As we walked to the front door, Mama took my hand. I shouldnt have said that about your father, William, she said.

Will he come back? I asked.

He had gone before and come back happily after a while as if nothing had happened.

Probably. Im mad at him, Will. But that doesnt make him bad. She paused. Sometimes your papa doesnt know what he wants.

I didnt answer Mama. He had gone before, but he had never left notes for Elinor and me. Somehow that seemed more final, that note. It was something to be read, saved, or torn up. Maybe Papa felt that leaving a note made going away all right.

Thinking about it would wait for later. In fact, when we went inside I forgot all about my father for just a little while because Mama surprised me more.

The shelter was small, and a woman with spiky hair invited us in. Her name tag said JULIA.

Im glad you brought your children. We dont let families adopt dogs without the children present.

We walked through a door to a room where the dogs were. She turned to us.

We have four dogs right now. There is a little description and history of each dog. When you see one youre interested in, let me know. You can spend time with him or her to see if youre a fit. I assure you that they are all friendly. Call me when youre ready.

The first dogs name was Bryn.

Mama read about Bryn.

Bryns owner has gone to a nursing home and cant take the dog with her.

Bryn was sturdy and brown, with a sharp nose, long velvet ears, and a line of raised hair along her back. She sat up and curled her lip at us, showing her teeth. Friendly?

Shark, announced Elinor.

Mama laughed.

Hello, Bryn, she said. Youre a pretty girl.

Bryn wagged her tail. Her face changed when she heard Mamas voice.

Bitty, the next dog, was small, with a terrier face and body.

I read out loud to Elinor. Bitty is high energy. Too much for his family. And Bitty, as if he had heard me, jumped straight up in the air.

Elinor laughed.

In the next pen there was a greyhound, tall, standing still like a statue. Her name was Grace.

Grace, I told Elinor. She is very shy but friendly. She had a life of racing, but unlike many racing greyhounds, she is gentle with small animals. She needs a home with peaceful people.

We are peaceful, said Elinor.

She put her hand against the pen. Grace looked at her steadily, then walked up close and nosed Elinors hand.

Grace, said Elinor very softly.

One more dog. Big and woolly, white and gray.

Neo is very young, even though he is so big. He will get much bigger! He is part Great Pyrenees and

Elinor interrupted me.

He likes children and cats, she said.

Neo looked at Elinor with large, kind eyes.

How do you know that? You cant read, I said to Elinor.

Elinor just smiled.

Mama had been very quiet all along. She was staring at the dogs, one after the other. Julia came into the room.

What do you think? she asked.

Mama took a deep breath.

Do these dogs get along with each other? she asked.

Yes. They play outside every day. I think Bryn is the alpha, she added.

Mama nodded.

That means the boss, I told Elinor.

Is there one dog that interests you? asked Julia.

Mama looked at Elinor and me.

I shook my head.

I like them all, I said.

Elinor nodded.

Well take them all, Mama said crisply. Beside me Elinor smiled her knowing four-year-old smile. Of course well take them all!

Julias mouth dropped open.

But that is not done, she said.

Then today is a first, said Mama cheerfully.

She took out her checkbook.

After a moment, the woman opened the doors to the dogs crates, and they all milled around us.

Elinor pulled on Mamas arm. Mama leaned down, and Elinor whispered in her ear.

Oh, yes, said Mama. And we want a cat, too.

2011 Patricia MacLachlan

Patricia MacLachlan (1938-2022) was the author of many well-loved novels and picture books, including Sarah, Plain and Tall, winner of the Newbery Medal; its sequels, Skylark and Caleb's Story; Edward's Eyes; The True Gift; Waiting for the Magic; White Fur Flying; Fly Away; and Snow Horses. She lived in western Massachusetts.

Amy June Bates is the author-illustrator of The Big Umbrella and The Welcome Home. She is also the illustrator of the New York Times bestseller The Leadership Journey by Doris Kearns Goodwin; Sweet Dreams and That's What I'd Do, both by singer-songwriter Jewel; Waiting for the Magic by Patricia MacLachlan; Joey: The Story of Joe Biden by Dr. Jill Biden; and many others. She has three children and lives in Carlisle, Pennsylvania, with her husband and her devilishly handsome Labrador, Mr. Mochi.