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eye closed, he scanned the space beside me. “What is it yer looking for?”
    “A fairy, good sir. She is little more than two feet high, dressed in a blue cape, and flying with tiny wings.”
    The pirate burst out laughing. “Ye obviously had an even better night than myself, lass. I only saw a green dragon on my way here! Good day to ye.”
    He was still laughing as he left.
    “There.” Starshine smiled. “Does that make you feel better, Jessie?”
    “I wish it did. But when Wanda was dead, some people could see her and some couldn’t. He might be one of those who couldn’t.”
    “And did that make Wanda any less real?”
    “No.” I grunted. Why did all the crazy magic have to come my way? “Let’s get some coffee.”
    I hadn’t realized where Tony had brought me last night. It had been raining too hard, and I’d been too upset to notice.
    We were actually close to the camel and elephant enclosure. I could smell them and hear the elephants bellowing. It was a long walk across the Village Green to reach the Monastery Bakery . I could have stopped at one of the spots on this side of the Village, such as Sir Latte’s Beanery , but I preferred the coffee at the bakery. And I really needed a cinnamon roll.
    The grass was wet and deep, lush green in the humid morning air. My boots were very thin and soaked right away, along with the hem of my gown. I hadn’t wrangled with Portia at Stylish Frocks for a new costume in a long time. I wasn’t looking forward to it. But sleeping in damp clothes made anything sound better.
    “This is such a wonderful place,” Starshine twittered as we crossed the Village. “I can understand why you’d want to live here.”
    We went past several performers practicing for the day. Lord Maximus had his birds of prey out, swooping down from the pale blue morning sky to get their treats. Galileo was setting up his telescope and table where he lectured on heavenly bodies—including the lovely young women who visited him.
    William Shakespeare aka Pat Snyder was having an in-depth conversation with Sam Da Vinci who was a regular at the Village. The Tornado Twins, Diego and Lorenzo, were trying to make their pet pig follow Lady Godiva in her flesh-colored body suit. But the little pig was too afraid of the beautiful white horse she rode.
    “It’s rather like living at the circus, isn’t it?” Starshine asked. “You never know where to look next.”
    “That’s true,” I agreed. “I love it. I always have. Chase does too.” I frowned. “Or at least he did.”
    “Cheer up.  Chase is still the same man you’ve always known and loved. You’re the same person too. Life is different because of your wish, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be together again.”
    “Maybe your wishes should come with warnings.”
    She frowned. “You might be right. People are more complicated now than when I was a girl. There was less to get wrong when things went bad, you understand.”
    “When was that? When were you a girl?”
    “Let me see.” She screwed up her face. “I think it’s been a while. I believe—no wait—I’m sure. The real Da Vinci was painting then.”
    “You’ve been alive for hundreds of years?”
    “In one form or another.” She stopped moving before we went through the door into the Monastery Bakery . “Perhaps there’s something else I should tell you. I don’t want it to come as too great a shock to you.”
    But before she could tell me, Canyon saw me and came over.
    “Jessie. My lady.” He made a gallant try at a graceful bow. “Why are you telling everyone that I kicked you out? I didn’t even know we’d broken up until Manhattan told me. Is something wrong between us? You know I’d do anything to make it right.”
    To prove himself, he put his arms around me and began kissing my neck.
    Across his shoulder, I saw my fairy godmother clapping her little hands and smiling.
    “Whose side are you on anyway?” I hissed. “This isn’t Chase.”
    “No.