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The Looking-Glass Tree
The Looking-Glass Tree
The Looking-Glass Tree
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The Looking-Glass Tree

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No one—not even his silly, overprotective aunt—can stop Enrico from turning his vacation into an adventure. But no one ever told him that an adventure also involved risk, remorse, resourcefulness, and responsibility. No one ever said he had to see through the eyes of a tree or a bird or a little girl before he could find his way, clear and deep, into the heart of all things.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 15, 2017
ISBN9786214200573
The Looking-Glass Tree

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The Looking-Glass Tree - Cyan Abad-Jugo

CHAPTER 1

By the Shore

E nrico couldn’t wait to jump into the sea. All the hotel’s guests were already swimming in it without him. And if he could only snorkel, he was sure he’d see more than they did. More than just clown fish or sea horses or spiky urchins, he’d see a mermaid, the Kraken, maybe even an entire Sea Kingdom.

He struggled as Tita Henrietta pointed a finger with another dab of sunblock for his nose. Her other arm held him steady, so that he could not pull away.

Tita … he whined.

If you keep still, Enrico, then this would go a lot faster, she said. I can’t return you to your mother all black, burnt, and fried, right? Now for your neck and shoulders, turn around.

He groaned. How could his mother even notice? She was always too busy with her cellphone and laptop to mind him much. Each time she did talk to him, she lectured about how difficult it was to run a restaurant business. When the second grading period ended in school, she told him to go with Tita Henrietta, who had an interior design business that allowed her to go to the beach each time she wanted.

You have a one-week vacation, Enrico, his mother had said. You might as well enjoy it.

He really did mean to enjoy it, even if he had to go with Tita Henrietta, who smothered him in SPF 100++ lotion. He probably looked like a chocolate cake with white frosting. Tita, he protested, you’re putting too much. It will all wash away in the sea. And … and, I’ll poison the fish!

Nonsense, she said, attacking his chest and stomach under his UV rashguard. It was a wonder the bottle of sunblock didn’t run out. Then she knelt down and said, Now stick out your left leg.

Who cares about my legs?

I do if you don’t, Tita Henrietta retorted. And don’t take that tone with me. I’m twenty years older than you!

Twenty years? Enrico stopped struggling to compute. That would make Tita Henrietta thirty-one. Wow, she’s so old, he thought.

There, she said, after she skewered his last pinky toe, then absentmindedly rubbed the remainder onto her arms under the butterfly sleeves of her see-through sun

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