One of the guys in Louise’s life is Jackie. At five years old, Jackie is the scourge of the neighborhood. Little brother to ten-year-old Emmeline, Jackie always shows up unexpectedly, each time with another antic up his sleeve.
He pressed his lips together and thought for a moment. “The pebble
made me do it,” he said, with great seriousness.
Huh? “You mean, the devil made you do it.” I thought he’d
misunderstood the word, as young children often do.
“No.” He took a deep breath, let out a huge sigh, and rolled his eyes.
“The pebble made me do it!”
“Pebble? What pebble?”
He pulled a small, smooth stone out of his pocket and held it in his
palm for me to see. “This pebble. It’s magic. It tells me what to do and I do