Magic Window Frosting
‘I just don’t see it,’ I frowned. ‘Is it like one of those… what’s the thing?’ ‘The what?’ my assistant, Julie asked, poised like an Olympic sprinter to finish my thought. ‘Yes, yes,’ I snapped, ‘the thing. The squinty thing, with the book and the magic and the eye—’ ‘Oh!’ she smiled, visibly relaxing. ‘You …