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Blue
Door
By
Christa
J.
Kinde
Release
Date:
9/25/2012
Price:
$14.99
Priscilla
Prissie
Pomeroy
always
suspected
she
was
special,
but
she
had
no
idea.
When
she
begins
seeing
angels,
she
is
drawn
into
the
spiritual
realm
and
called
to
fight
a
battle
with
a
faith
she
never
knew.
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The
Invisible
Boy
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The boys eyes never left her face, and he was frowning in
concentration.
Do you live around here? she asked, and when he didnt
reply, she tried again. I havent seen you around. Are you
new to the area?
I am, he admitted slowly.
That explains why we havent met, she announced, glad
to have hit upon a reasonable explanation. So whats your
name?
The oddly dressed boy swung a leg over the branch,
lightly dropped to the ground, then straightened. He was
shorter than her by a few inches. As he walked slowly toward
her, he answered, I am called Koji.
She thought his response a bit strange, but she politely
extended her hand. Nice to meet you, Koji.
The boy stepped right up to her, ignoring her hand and
searching her face with keen interest. You can see me? he
asked quietly.
Obviously.
I thought so, he mused aloud, his expression troubled.
It was Prissies turn to frown. His words made little sense.
Then may I ask you a question? Koji asked earnestly.
Sure.
Why were you praying to your cat?
E-excuse me?
Black eyes strayed from Prissie to Tansy, then back again.
I heard you, and I was wondering . . .
You were listening? she gasped, trying to remember
exactly what he might have overheard.
Koji nodded slowly, and Prissie huffed and propped her
hands on her hips. Well, I might have been talking out loud,
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lived on the narrow gravel road, but after a few miles, it deadended in a wide turn-about in front of Pomeroy Orchard.
Matching white mailboxes surrounded by a profusion of
purple coneflowers stood at the end of a long driveway, and
Prissie made a beeline for them. An oval-shaped wooden sign
hanging beneath them bore their farms logo an overflowing bushel basket of apples. The neat block letters on the side
of the first mailbox said, Peter & Nellie Pomeroy, and the second one read, Jayce & Naomi Pomeroy. Prissie perched on the
top rail of the fence behind them, then patted the space next
to her. This is where I wait, she announced.
Koji obediently climbed up beside her, murmuring,
Thank you.
Prissie wasnt sure what to think of the peculiar newcomer. Although he was a boy, he spoke quietly and politely,
a refreshing change from her boisterous family. She wanted
to make sure Koji was okay before turning him over to her
brothers, who were always glad for a new playmate, but
something about the shy way Koji watched her made her
want to take him under her wing. Her brothers knew better
than to pick on someone just because they were different,
but she had a feeling that this guy would end up being teased
at school.
Ive never seen clothes like those before, she commented.
Koji glanced down at himself and touched the softly draping cloth. Are they uncommon?
People around here definitely dont dress like that,
Prissie replied. After a moments thought, she diplomatically
added, They look comfortable, though.
I did not expect to be seen, he admitted. Are they
inappropriate?
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Of course!
Stay with Koji, and let me do all the talking.
Thats fine, she agreed, fairly bursting with excitement.
Momma just had to say yes!
Naomi Pomeroy was on her knees in the vegetable garden
that she and Grandma Nell fussed over every summer. At
Milos friendly hail, she stood and dusted off her pants, but
before she could return the greeting, two boys exploded from
around the side of the house. Milo! hollered the eight-yearold, who veered in order to barrel into the mailman.
Milo taught the third and fourth grade boys at the same
church the Pomeroys attended, and Prissies younger brother
was one of the mischief-makers who kept him on his toes
come Sundays. Hey there, Zeke! laughed Milo, roughing up
the boys unruly blond mop. In a twinkling, Zeke clambered
up onto the mailmans back, while the youngest member of
the Pomeroy family wrapped himself around his leg. And
its young master Jude! A third boy ambled over much more
slowly, but no less eagerly. A few years had passed since Beau
had been in Milos class, but the brown-haired teen grinned
self-consciously when the mailman mussed up his hair as
well. Howve you been?
Good, Beau replied with a shrug. You?
Never a dull moment!
Boys, Naomi chided. Give Mr. Leggett some room to
breathe.
Its no problem, maam, the mailman assured. Though
you may want to rescue this package. He extended the
days batch of mail, which hed cradled protectively against
his chest. Itd be a shame for it to travel all the way from
Portugal only to be thwarted on your very doorstep.
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Prissies mother accepted the small box and its accompanying stack of envelopes and flyers. Oh! Its from Ida! she
exclaimed, smiling with pleasure.
Is it for all of us or just Prissie again? asked six-year-old
Jude.
This one is for your grandpa and grandma, Naomi
announced. Her energetic young son was still draped over
Milos shoulders, and she waved the box temptingly in front
of Zekes nose. Would you like to take it to Grandma Nell?
I dunno, he replied reluctantly, tightening his grip on
his teacher, half-throttling the man.
Ill do it! volunteered Jude eagerly.
No! Me! Zeke exclaimed.
Prissie looked on with a mixture of envy and embarrassment as her brothers vied for Milos attention. She was a little
surprised that no one had commented on Kojis presence yet.
Normally, Zeke would have asked a dozen barely polite questions by now, and Jude wasnt shy when it came to strangers.
Glancing down at their ignored guest, she smiled apologetically.
Your family sure is noisy, Koji quietly remarked.
Yeah, they are, she murmured back.
It gives your home a pleasant atmosphere.
Prissie sniffed. You dont have to live here.
After a short dispute, the two youngsters were off like
a shot toward the smaller of the two houses that shared
Pomeroy Orchards front lawn, Zeke with package in hand,
and Jude carrying the rest of Pete and Nells mail.
Once they disappeared inside with the sharp slap of a
screen door, Milo spoke up. Mrs. Pomeroy, I was wondering
if I could borrow some able assistants for the rest of the
afternoon?
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Prissie slid in next to him, puzzling over her familys behavior. It didnt make any sense . . . unless . . . Slouching a little so
that the seat provided cover, she whispered, Can I see them
again? Koji nodded and pushed back his hair, revealing the
pointed tip of one ear. If you arent an elf . . . are you some
kind of a fairy?
He blinked and said, No.
Alien?
Koji looked vaguely insulted. No.
Well, youre not a normal boy, she accused in a hushed
voice. My family acted as if you werent even there, and I
think its because they couldnt see you.
People should not be able to see me, Koji replied with a
small frown.
Milo can see you, Prissie countered as the mailman slid
into the drivers seat and started the engine.
Yes, I can, the mailman amiably confirmed, keeping his
voice low.
Why?
Because were the same . . . well, mostly, Milo smiled,
then spoke louder for the benefit of her younger brother in
the back. Everyone buckled?
Yeah, Beau replied.
Prissie was losing patience with answers that werent
answers. Milo was a fixture in their town and in her life. He
was a normal guy who liked to joke and tease. Hed never
been mysterious, and she didnt like the sudden change one
bit. As they took off toward the highway, engine noise and
the clatter of gravel helped cover Prissies question. The
same . . . how? she demanded in a hoarse whisper.
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I am not sure if I should say, Koji answered, his shoulders hunching miserably.
Milo gave the boys knee a reassuring pat, then checked
on Beau in the rear-view mirror. The truth is best, he said,
offering Prissie a lopsided smile before turning his attention
back on the road. Go ahead, Koji.
The boy straightened and bravely met Prissies gaze. The
truth is . . . we are angels.
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