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Waiting for the Magic


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Chapter 1

IT WAS EARLY ON A SATURDAY summer morning when my mother and father stopped arguing and Papa walked away. He is a teacher of literature at the college, so he could have said words when he left. He didn’t. And this time he didn’t slam the door. He shut it with a small, soft sound that made me jump.

“Click,” said my four-year-old sister, Elinor, looking up from her coloring book. I stared at the door. I could feel my heart thump. And I could feel tears coming.

Later, when I went into my bedroom, I found two notes from Papa—one for me and one for Elinor.

Dear William,

I’ve gone off to do some writing. I will call you. And I’ll be back to see you soon. I’m sorry for this.

I love you,


I read Elinor’s note to her. It was like mine, but he had drawn a picture of Elinor in her long dress.

Elinor took the note but didn’t say anything.

Suddenly Mama was in the doorway. She beckoned to me.

“Let’s go, William,” she said. “Get your sweater, Elinor.”

I stood up and tore my letter into small pieces.

“What’s that?” Mama asked.

“Nothing,” I said. “Go where?”

I followed Mama out to the car.

She strapped Elinor into her car seat.

“We’re going to get a dog,” she said firmly.

I sat next to Mama in the front seat.

“Papa never wanted a dog,” I said.

“That’s true,” said Mama. “Your father is a flawed man. Everyone should have a dog.”

“What is ‘flawed’?” asked Elinor from the backseat.

“It means stupid,” said Mama with feeling.

“Stupid is a bad word,” Elinor announced. She pronounced “word” as wood.

“Yes,” said Mama. “He is a stupid bad wood.”

Elinor had a list of “bad woods,” forbidden by Mama who thought words like “fat” and “stupid” were cruel to call anyone.

Mama began to cry then, very quietly, so that Elinor couldn’t see. I couldn’t say anything. Mama’s crying scared me. All I could do was hate Papa for this. For causing Mama to cry right in front of me.

A driver cut off Mama, and she slammed on the brakes.

“Go to your house, lady!” yelled Elinor at the driver. “Read a book or watch a movie!”

Mama started to laugh, and so did I. Those words coming out of Elinor’s mouth; that face surrounded by messy blond hair. Words that must have been Mama’s at one time.

“What kind of dog are we getting?” I asked.

“Whatever they have,” said Mama.

“Can we get a cat?” asked Elinor from the back.

“Yes,” said Mama.

For a moment I thought about asking for a horse, but I didn’t think Mama’s mood about animals would last that long.

Mama turned into the long driveway at the animal shelter.

As we walked to the front door, Mama took my hand. “I shouldn’t have said that about your father, William,” she said.

“Will he come back?” I asked.

He had gone before and come back happily after a while as if nothing had happened.

“Probably. I’m mad at him, Will. But that doesn’t make him bad.” She paused. “Sometimes your papa doesn’t know what he wants.”

I didn’t answer Mama. He had gone before, but he had never left notes for Elinor and me. Somehow that seemed more final, that note. It was something to be read, saved, or torn up. Maybe Papa felt that leaving a note made going away all right.

Thinking about it would wait for later. In fact, when we went inside I forgot all about my father for just a little while because Mama surprised me more.

The shelter was small, and a woman with spiky hair invited us in. Her name tag said JULIA.

“I’m glad you brought your children. We don’t let families adopt dogs without the children present.”

We walked through a door to a room where the dogs were. She turned to us.

“We have four dogs right now. There is a little description and history of each dog. When you see one you’re interested in, let me know. You can spend time with him or her to see if you’re a fit. I assure you that they are all friendly. Call me when you’re ready.”

The first dog’s name was Bryn.

Mama read about Bryn.

“Bryn’s owner has gone to a nursing home and can’t take the dog with her.”

Bryn was sturdy and brown, with a sharp nose, long velvet ears, and a line of raised hair along her back. She sat up and curled her lip at us, showing her teeth. Friendly?

“Shark,” announced Elinor.

Mama laughed.

“Hello, Bryn,” she said. “You’re a pretty girl.”

Bryn wagged her tail. Her face changed when she heard Mama’s voice.

Bitty, the next dog, was small, with a terrier face and body.

I read out loud to Elinor. “Bitty is high energy. Too much for his family.” And Bitty, as if he had heard me, jumped straight up in the air.

Elinor laughed.

In the next pen there was a greyhound, tall, standing still like a statue. Her name was Grace.

“Grace,” I told Elinor. “She is very shy but friendly. She had a life of racing, but unlike many racing greyhounds, she is gentle with small animals. She needs a home with peaceful people.”

“We are peaceful,” said Elinor.

She put her hand against the pen. Grace looked at her steadily, then walked up close and nosed Elinor’s hand.

“Grace,” said Elinor very softly.

One more dog. Big and woolly, white and gray.

“Neo is very young, even though he is so big. He will get much bigger! He is part Great Pyrenees and—”

Elinor interrupted me.

“He likes children and cats,” she said.

Neo looked at Elinor with large, kind eyes.

“How do you know that? You can’t read,” I said to Elinor.

Elinor just smiled.

Mama had been very quiet all along. She was staring at the dogs, one after the other. Julia came into the room.

“What do you think?” she asked.

Mama took a deep breath.

“Do these dogs get along with each other?” she asked.

“Yes. They play outside every day. I think Bryn is the alpha,” she added.

Mama nodded.

“That means the boss,” I told Elinor.

“Is there one dog that interests you?” asked Julia.

Mama looked at Elinor and me.

I shook my head.

“I like them all,” I said.

Elinor nodded.

“We’ll take them all,” Mama said crisply. Beside me Elinor smiled her knowing four-year-old smile. Of course we’ll take them all!

Julia’s mouth dropped open.

“But that is not done,” she said.

“Then today is a first,” said Mama cheerfully.

She took out her checkbook.

After a moment, the woman opened the doors to the dogs’ crates, and they all milled around us.

Elinor pulled on Mama’s arm. Mama leaned down, and Elinor whispered in her ear.

“Oh, yes,” said Mama. “And we want a cat, too.”

© 2011 Patricia MacLachlan

Product Details

Maclachlan, Patricia
Atheneum Books for Young Readers
MacLachlan, Patricia
Bates, Amy June
Animals - Pets
Children s Animals-Animal Stories-Pets
Children s-Science Fiction and Fantasy
Patricia mac Lachlan; patricia mclachlan; newbery; award-winner; adoption; dogs; family; helping family; family relationships; divorce; middle grade; reluctant reader; literary
Edition Description:
Publication Date:
Grade Level:
from 3 up to 7
f-c cvr (no spcl fx)+b-w (halftone) int
7.62 x 5.12 in
Age Level:
from 8 up to 12

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"Synopsis" by , When William’s father leaves, his mother promptly goes out and adds four dogs and a cat to their lives. William’s sure that nothing can fill the hole left by his father, but the new additions to the family are determined to help, and with his sister, Elinor, and his mother, William will learn that “family” can come in all shapes and sizes.
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