FROM BEHIND MAXZYNE, on the other side of the glass, there is a sudden loud rapping and a raspy voice calls out, “Oh, child, you do know how to tell some kind of story, that’s for sure! Old Esmeralda, she doesn’t have that kind of power, girl. No magic!” She laughs, rocking back and forth. “Oh, my, magic powers!”
“Esmeralda! How long have you been there? Are you okay?”
“Oh, I’ve been listening for quite a time.” She chuckles again.
“We were so scared when you, when you fainted. I tried everything to wake you up, but then a man came along and called an ambulance.”
“You are a good child, even if you do tell tall tales!” The woman’s eyes twinkle, and she gives Maxzyne a gap-toothed grin. Then her face grows dark. “It was that candy. You know, those doctors, the medical folks, they always telling me, ‘Esmeralda, no sweets! No candy.’ Well, you tell me how I’m going to say no when some nice folks give me chocolate? Could you?”
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