Mr. Reese.
Picasso.
Book.
Harrison Ford.
Princess Leia.
Carrie Fisher.
Billy Dee Williams.Three times.
Three names. Three times. Three names. Three words.
Green.
Glass.
Door.
Thirteen.
She pictured Christopher painstakingly spelling out the nameCarriein their thank-you note. She could see his tongue out, and his brow furrowed in adorable concentration as he slowly carved the twoRs into the paper.
C-A-R-R-I-E.
Carrie Fisher.
Princess Leia.
Harrison Ford.
Picasso.
Book.
Green.
Glass.
Door.
Thirteen. Harrison. Carrie. Billy Dee.
Carriewritten on their company letterhead.Carrie,notKari. Carrie,notKari. Carrie…Carriewith twoRs.
Lucy’s heart leaped in her chest. Her eyes flew open. She raised her head.
“Sheep can go through the door,” Lucy said. “But not their lambs. And a tree can go through the door, but not its limbs.”
Jack slowly opened his arms wide, a smile spread across his face. Then he pointed at her.
“She’s got it.”
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She’s got it. Thosewere the three best words Lucy had heard in her life.
