ocean. It was cold and very wet and the waves knocked me over once, remember? They have salt in them. I would like to go to the ocean again.”
Liam laughed and he and Barbara smiled at each other. That was more words than Babs usually said in an entire day. (Being raised by a crazy woman who hid you away from everyone else could really stunt your social skills.) Apparently the ocean—and Beka and her dragon-dog—had made a big impression.
“That’s a great idea,” Liam said. His face fell. “But when we drove the Airstream out to California on our honeymoon, it took weeks. Admittedly, we were stopping all over the country to show Babs her new land, but still, we don’t have enough time to get to Santa Carmelita and back in two weeks. Especially since we’ll still have the other two impossible tasks to do even if Beka can help us with this one.”
“You worry too much,” Chudo-Yudo said.
“What the rude dog is trying to say is that the Airstream is magical. It may look like an Airstream trailer pulled by a silver Chevy truck, but deep down it is still the same enchanted hut on chicken legs that the old Baba Yagas used to travel through the vast forests of Russia and its Slavic neighbors. It doesn’t use gas or follow the same rules as actual mechanical devices,” Barbara said. “Or the same roads either, for that matter.”
“I don’t understand,” Liam said. “We traveled on regular roads on the last trip.” He pushed away his cookie as though the conversation was making his stomach hurt. He’d done a good job of adjusting to Barbara’s magical life, but sometimes she wondered if he would be happier with a normal woman. Luckily, he never showed any signs of coming to his senses.
“That’s because we weren’t in a hurry. If I have to get from one part of the country to another rapidly to deal with a crisis, the Airstream seems to sense it and gets me there faster. The only way I can explain it is to say that it takes shortcuts that don’t show up on any map, slipping through the folded edges of someplace that abut on the folded edges of elsewhere.”
Liam rubbed his forehead. “You know, as an explanation that leaves something to be desired. Like, I don’t know, any kind of sense.”
Barbara shrugged. “It’s magic, not physics. Mostly it can’t be explained, it just is.”
“Technically, most physics can’t really be explained either,” Chudo-Yudo pointed out.
“Not helping,” Liam said. “So how long do you think it would take us to get to Beka in California from here in upstate New York? Using the fold-y shortcut thing.”
“I’m guessing two or three days,” Barbara said. “If we took turns driving. The Airstream kind of drops in and out of real roads, so even though it knows where it is going, it is always a good idea to have someone at the wheel.”
Liam looked a little pale. “You’d let me drive the Airstream? Is that even allowed?”
“As long as it is okay with the Airstream it is. And it knows you’re a part of me now.”
A slow smile crept over his face like the sun coming out from behind the clouds. “I am, aren’t I?” he said and scooted his chair close enough to be able to wrap his arms around her and give her a slow, deep kiss.
“Ugh, stop that,” Chudo-Yudo said. “There are impressionable dragons in the room. And Babs.”
Barbara gave Liam another kiss and then pulled back, laughing. “Silly dog. I guess we’d better go pack whatever we’re going to need and hit the road.”
“Right now?” Liam said. “Shouldn’t we wait until morning and start out when we’re fresh?”
She shook her head. “The people of the Otherworld are very literal. If the Queen said two weeks, she meant two weeks from the moment she spoke. We’ve already lost part of a day. And we have no idea how long it is going to take up to figure any of this out, even if Beka can help. I don’t think we have any time to waste.”
Babs tapped Barbara on the arm, looking serious. As usual. “Barbara?”
“Yes, honey?”
“Can we bring the cookies?”
“Of course we can.”
“And Chudo-Yudo?”
“I wouldn’t consider going without him.”
“And my sword?”
Liam winced and Barbara bit her lip to keep from laughing.
“Sure,” she said. “Cookies, a dragon-dog, and a sword: what every well-equipped little girl takes on a journey.”
“Remind me to sign her up for the Girl Scouts