Jess leaned back and drank in the rich, clear color of the sky. He was drifting, drifting like a fat white lazy cloud back and forth across the blue.
“Do you know what we need?” Leslie called to him. Intoxicated as he was with the heavens,
he couldn't imagine needing anything on earth. “We need a place,” she said, “just for us.”
“It would be so secret that we would never tell anyone in the whole world about it.”
Jess came swinging back and dragged his feet to stop. She lowered her voice almost to a whisper.
“It might be a whole secret country,” she continued, “and you and I would be the rulers of it.”
Her words stirred inside of him. He'd like to be a ruler of something. Even something that wasn't real.
“OK,” he said. “Where could we have it?” “Over there in the woods where nobody would come and mess it up.”
There were parts of the woods that Jess did not like. Dark places where it was almost like being underwater, but he didn't say so.
“I know”—she was getting excited—“it could be a magic country like Narnia,”
“and the only way you can get in is by swinging across on this enchanted rope.”
Her eyes were bright. She grabbed the rope. “Come on,” she said. “Let's find a place to build our castle stronghold.”
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