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said. “Can I help?”
    Mrs. Bean was an empath, like my great-grandmother. She could literally feel my pain. I didn’t want to lay that on her, but I knew I couldn’t lie to an empath, so I said, “I don’t think so, Mrs. Bean. It’s just dumb stuff. Boyfriend stuff.”
    “Ah,” she said. “But that’s not dumb stuff at all. The whole festival of Beltane celebrates love.”
    “Yes, well . . .” I assumed a world-weary pose, draping my arm across the back of my chair. “Maybe love is overrated.”
    She smiled. “Oh no, Katy. Love is the most powerful force in the universe. But like all powerful forces, it can be destructive. Love can hurt.”
    “I guess,” I said, feeling myself tearing up again. “But does it have to hurt so much?”
    I laid my head on my arms across her wobbly little table, which gave way under my weight. A crystal ball that had been precariously balanced on a little rack rolled off. Mrs. Bean caught it before it hit the floor, but pulled off most of the tablecloth in the process, revealing a particleboard disk that had been set atop a milk crate and was now rolling away. The remains of my cookie went flying too.
    “Gee, I’m sorry,” I said, jumping up to help put things back in order again. In the process I hit Mrs. Bean with my elbow and accidentally pulled the scarf off her head. “Oh, God,” I said as I tripped over the milk crate and struck one of the poles that was holding up the tent. One side of it collapsed, trapping me under the canvas.
    “Katy!” She finally pulled me out and held me like a baby in her chubby, comforting arms.
    “Look what I’ve done!” I wailed. “I can’t do anything right!”
    “Nonsense,” she cooed in the midst of the destruction and chaos I’d generated. “Jonathan will have everything fixed in a minute. Just calm down.”
    “O . . . okay,” I sobbed.
    “You’re going to be fine.”
    I nodded, although that was just to be polite, because I’d wrecked her tent. I really didn’t feel as if I’d ever be fine again.
    “Now,” she said, holding me at arm’s length and giving me a big dimpled smile, “tell me your wish.”
    “What?” I wiped my nose with my sleeve.
    She pointed to a cardboard sign behind what had been the table. It read WISHES $2 .
    I figured she wanted to get rid of me, and I couldn’t blame her. “World peace,” I muttered. “I wish for world peace.”
    “Come now, Katy,” Mrs. Bean said. “What do you really want?”
    I felt my bottom lip trembling.
    “Yes, that’s it,” she prodded. “Go ahead.”
    “I . . . I wish Peter would pay more attention to me,” I blurted out.
    There, I’d said it. Childish, selfish, and silly as it was, that was what I really wanted more than anything in the world. More than world peace.
    “Now, doesn’t that feel better?” Mrs. Bean asked, dabbing my eyes with a handkerchief that smelled like baked goods.
    “I guess,” I answered. “I’m really sorry—”
    “Katy!”
    Mrs. Bean and I both turned, startled, at the loud male voice. It was Peter.
    “Uh, hi,” I said.
    He barreled toward us, kicking things out of his way. Then he threw his arms around me and kissed me passionately.
    “Well,” Mrs. Bean said with some embarrassment, “it seems your wish has come true.”
    I couldn’t answer because Peter’s lips felt as if they were glued onto mine. I tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t stop. “Good heavens, Peter,” Mrs. Bean said at last. “Some restraint may be in order here.”
    “I can’t help it, Mrs. Bean,” he said, crushing me against him. “I love her.”
    “Er . . . ,” I began, but I could barely breathe, let alone talk.
    “Well, all right.” Mrs. Bean looked uncertain. “But do you think you could demonstrate your affection elsewhere? I have customers waiting.” She steered Peter out of the tent, with me draped over his arm like a coat. “And perhaps you might tell Jonathan about the, ah, damage. . . .”
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