"The bookmobile is all yours when you're ready," I told Isabella, "but feel free to have another slice of ginger cake."

"No, no, I couldn't."

"It's calorie-free..." I told her in a sing-song voice.

Her jaw dropped. "There's no way!"

Boxy strolled in from the garage then, even though he hadn't been in there ten seconds ago. That wasn't what made me do a double-take though; Boxy had changed. A lot. He'd ridded himself of the railroad cap and overalls and now ...