“We could go back and change her mind,” Sabrina pleaded as the family watched the truck disappear down the road.
“She said no, Sabrina,” Jake exclaimed, though speaking still hurt his voice.
“None of you care!” Sabrina raged at her family. “None of you care whether Mom and Dad ever wake up!” She raced upstairs to the room where her parents slept, nestled herself between their bodies, and cried into her hands. Her old thoughts of anger toward Everafters surfaced. Most were betrayers, others couldn’t be counted on. She wept openly, not caring if Mirror or anyone else for that matter heard her railing at the world around her. Mirror’s face appeared briefly in the reflection but then faded away. She silently thanked him for letting her be alone. She lay there for hours, her face and neck drenched in tears, until eventually she was too exhausted to continue.
After a long while she got to her feet and went out into the hallway. There she found Granny, Uncle Jake, Briar, and Elvis sitting on the hardwood floor, obviously waiting for her. They all had expressions of concern mixed with forced smiles.
Granny took Sabrina by the hand, “Sabrina—”
Sabrina pulled away. “I can’t take a lecture right now.”
“I was going to say I was sorry. I know how heartbroken you feel. We feel it as well, dear. We had the same hopes that you did.”
Sabrina nodded, sadly. “Where’s Daphne?”
“She’s in your room,” the old woman said.
“You might want to leave her alone,” Uncle Jake said.
“Why?”
“She’s a little angry right now,” he replied.
“I know how she feels,” Sabrina said, ignoring the warning. She turned and walked down the hall and entered her bedroom. There, she found Daphne sitting at Henry’s desk, braiding her hair into her familiar pigtails. She had taken off Sabrina’s clothes and was now wearing a pair of cotton candy–colored pajamas with little stars on them. Her face was cleanly scrubbed of the lip gloss, and she had folded Sabrina’s clothes neatly and set them on the bed.
“Are you OK?” Sabrina said.
“We don’t have to talk about it, Sabrina,” the little girl said. “In fact, I’d rather not.”
Sabrina was taken back by her sister’s attitude. “You’re angry about the weapon. Well, I can explain—”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Daphne interrupted.
“Well, I think we should. I want to explain my side of what happened.”
Daphne burst into tears. “How are you going to explain that you stole from me, kept a secret, and lied about it? How are you going to explain that you . . . that you betrayed me?”
“You don’t even know what betrayed means!”
“Yes, I do!” Daphne said, heaving a new paperback dictionary at her sister. “I looked it up.”
Sabrina bent down and picked up her sister’s dictionary. “Yes, I lied to you. I stole the key and snuck out and took the weapon without you knowing. You were too young to have that kind of responsibility and you refused to see the danger we are in, so I did it.”
“You treat me like I’m a baby, Sabrina. I’m not a baby!”
“I have a reason to be angry, too! You’ve been walking around here for days, wearing my clothes, mocking me. I’ve seen you roll your eyes and your snarky comments. You think it’s nice to be made fun of?”
“I wasn’t making fun of you, Sabrina. I was trying to be more like you. You’re my role model,” Daphne said. “I was dressing like you and wearing my hair like yours ’cause I was trying to grow up a little. I wanted to be more like my sister. But not anymore.”
Sabrina looked at the stack of clothing on the bed.
“I think I’ll go back to being myself. I like me,” Daphne said.
Sabrina searched for words, but they were jumbled like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that didn’t fit together.
“I wasn’t making fun of you. I love you. Though, I don’t like you very much,” the little girl said. “And it’s obvious to me that you don’t like me much, either.”
“That’s not true!” Sabrina said.
“I’m not going to bother you anymore. I’m sleeping in Granny’s room tonight. Tomorrow, Mr. Boarman and Mr. Swineheart are going to come over and build me my own bedroom,” her sister said. She finished with her hair and got up from the desk. “Hand it over.”
Sabrina shuffled her feet. “What, the kazoo?”
“You can’t handle it. It’s magic, Sabrina. Give it to me.”
“But—”
Daphne shook her head. “Don’t argue with me. Just hand it over.”
Sabrina dug into her pocket for the kazoo. Her fingers tingled when she touched it. It made her feel good, but she knew that feeling was false. She knew her sister was right. She took it out of her pocket and handed it to Daphne.
“I have something of yours,” the little girl said, digging into her overalls. She pulled a tube of lip gloss out of her pocket and placed it into Sabrina’s hand; then she walked into the hallway and closed the door behind her.
Sabrina bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. She wanted to cry but couldn’t anymore. Puck had been right. He had warned her that the truth would come out and when it did, it would be ugly. That’s the only thing he got wrong—it wasn’t just ugly, it was horrible.
The next morning, Robin and Little John arrived bright and early.
“We’ve got some bad news,” Little John said when Granny asked them in.
“The tape is missing,” Robin explained. “Everything Hatchett said is gone. We’ve got no evidence!”
“What happened?” Sabrina cried.
“We don’t know, but we have our suspicions,” Robin said. “You know that snail on the jury, the one with the Scarlet Hand mark on his chest?”
“Sure!” Daphne said.
“Well, this morning when I woke up the tape was gone, and there was a trail of slime leading to the front door. The place smelled like apple tobacco, too.”
“We don’t have a lot of hope if the jury is trying to sabotage our case,” Little John replied.
“Worse still, Bluebeard is calling Red Riding Hood to the stand today. I’m sure she’ll back up Hatchett’s story,” Robin said.
“Maybe not,” Daphne said as she removed the kazoo from her pocket. “I have an idea that might put a whammy into Bluebeard’s case.”
“A whammy?” Robin Hood asked.
“It’s my new word. It means something no one saw coming.”
Little John scooped Daphne up into his arms. “Well, young lady. We could really use a whammy right about now!”
Nurse Sprat seemed startled when the group returned to the hospital. She nearly choked on her pork chop sandwich.
“You want to see her again? No one ever wants to see her again.”
She led the group down the familiar hallway and unlocked Red’s door. The child was sitting at the same little table having the same tea party she had had the last time they had visited. Sabrina wondered if Red had even gone to bed. Before Sprat could lock them in, Sabrina turned to her.
“Would you happen to have an empty jar with a tight lid?”
“Why?” Sprat asked.
“Let’s just say it’s going to make your job here at the hospital a lot easier.”
Sprat shrugged. “I’ll check,” she said, then locked the door.
“You came back,” Red said, clapping her hands. “Please, sit, have some tea!”
Daphne sat down at the table. “I’d love some,” Daphne said, as she took the kazoo from her pocket.
Sabrina stood behind her. “Red, do you remember when we said you were sick inside your brain?”
Red nodded.
“Well, how would you like to feel better?”
Red clapped. “Then I can go home.”
Robin joined the girls at the table. “Girls, I’m worried about this. Daphne has never tried to use this kazoo before. If what you say is true, it can demolish a house with one little puff.”