“I’ll do it.” Jix said, and since Jix had become a regular in the Bopper’s daily poker game, he politely said, “Oh, sure, Jix.”
“I didn’t ask you!” Avalon snapped.
“But I can grab the coin without going into the light,” Jix reminded him.
Avalon never changed his unpleasant expression. “All right, then.”
Jix knelt down to the boy. “Do I scare you?” Jix asked.
The boy shook his head, then nodded. “Only a little,” the boy said.
“I won’t hurt you,” Jix told him gently, “but they might, if they don’t get what they want.”
“Yeah, but I don’t got money, just some tissues in my pocket,” the boy whispered.
“You wanna see a magic trick?” Jix asked. The boy’s answer was a wet sniff. Jix then told him to take out his tissues.
“Now,” Jix said, “unfold them.”
The boy did, and as the tissues spread apart, a coin dropped right into Jix’s open hand. The boy gasped. “Where did that come from?”
“Magic,” Jix said, because indeed it was.
The boy grinned, and wiped his nose.
Avalon had no patience for this, or anything else for that matter. “Put it in my shirt pocket,” he ordered Jix. Jix went over to Avalon and gave him a wide smile.
“Here you go . . .”
Then he grabbed Avalon’s hand and slapped the coin right into the center of his palm, forcing Avalon’s fingers closed over it.
“What? No!”
Avalon struggled, but Jix held Avalon’s fist closed. Everyone was so shocked, no one knew what to do.
“No! No!” Avalon shouted. “I’m not ready! I’m not ready!” But apparently he was, because he looked off toward something that no one else could see. No one, that is, but Jix and Jill, for only skinjackers can see someone else’s tunnel. A look of resignation came over Avalon, and he heaved a heavy sigh. “All right, then . . .” And before everyone’s eyes, he lurched forward, and vanished in a rainbow twinkling of light.
There was absolute silence. No one spoke until a kid called Foul-Mouth Fabian declared something holy that wasn’t holy at all.
“He sent Avalon uptown!” someone said. “What do we do? What do we do?” But without a leader, no one could agree.
“Send Jix down!”
“Throw Jix out!”
Jill looked at Jix incredulously. “You’re crazy,” she said. “You’ve lost your mind!”
But Jix just winked at her, and said loudly enough for everyone to hear, “Ask Wurlitzer!”
Everyone fell silent again.
“We can’t ask Wurlitzer,” the Bopper finally said. “You gave Avalon the only coin!”
“There’s one more,” Jix reminded him, then he looked to Little Richard. Everyone’s eyes turned to the kid, and he backed away.
“Not my problem,” Little Richard said. But it was. The Bopper pointed to the bank, and Little Richard went to pick it up. Turning the bank upside down, he shook it. The coin just rattled around inside, as it always did. “See?” Little Richard said. “It’s not going to—” And then the coin fell out of the tiny hole and onto the dusty ground.
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