Tessa glanced at me. “Well, that’s because he’s a boy. You know, boys don’t always know as much as they think they do.”
The significance of her comment wasn’t lost on me and I was forcibly reminded of how rude I’d been to her the day before. “I won’t deny that,” I said. Tessa glanced at me once again, as if she could decipher the thoughts behind my words.
“Here you go, sweetie,” she said, offering the jar to Sarah. “Pick whichever ones you want.”
Sarah reached into the jar to get a green lollipop and a sticker of some kind of Disney princess.
Tessa gasped.
“What?” Sarah said.
But I already knew what had caused Tessa’s gasp; she had spotted the marks on the girl’s wrist as she reached for the sticker.
Tessa cleared her throat. “Oh nothing,” she said. “It’s just…you remind me of someone.”
“Who?”
“A princess, of course. That’s how I knew you were going to pick that sticker.”
Tessa carefully screwed the top back onto the jar and crossed the room to place it back in the cabinet. She met my eye along the way though, and I nodded, letting her know that I too had seen the marks.
“What princess?” Sarah asked.
“Well, let me tell you all about her.” Tessa settled down into the seat that I had previously occupied. She then launched into a story.
“There was once a beautiful little girl who didn’t know she was a princess. One day, she woke up not feeling too good. And she was so afraid because she didn’t know what was wrong with her! So she ended up having to go to the doctor. When she got to the doctor, he checked the little girl’s eyes. And he looked into her ears. And then he checked her nose.” Tessa paused to wiggle Sarah’s nose, making the girl giggle again. “And then he placed his hand on her forehead, and he jumped. He said, ‘Why little girl, you’re burning up! Do you know what that means?’ The little girl shook her head, because she didn’t know what that meant. So he leaned in and whispered to her, ‘That means someone
has put a spell on you.’”
Sarah’s eyes widened; she was thoroughly riveted by the story.
I, on the other hand, was thoroughly riveted by Tessa. Her ease at connecting with Sarah was astonishing. I could easily tell that she related with patients on a personal level because she cared so much. I stood there, hating myself for the way I had spoken to her the previous day.
And my god, was she gorgeous. I found myself staring at her lips as she spoke. They were so shapely, and looked so soft, they’d be perfect around my cock.
“The little girl asked who in the world could have put a spell on her,” Tessa continued. “And the doctor told her, ‘Someone who is very jealous of you, because you are so young and beautiful and will one day have a handsome prince who wants to take you as his bride!’”
“Yuck!” Sarah exclaimed.
Tessa laughed, her face brightening and those impossibly blue eyes of hers sparkling. “Oh, you won’t be saying ‘yuck’ to that in a few years!”
“What happened next?” Sarah asked, apparently done considering whether she’d someday want a handsome prince.
“The doctor asked the little girl if she knew anyone who wanted to hurt her, or had tried to hurt her before in the past. And the little girl—she was nervous because she was afraid she would get in trouble if she told the truth. So she decided she would have to keep it a secret. Besides, she wasn’t even sure if the people who had tried to hurt her before could do magic. So she convinced herself that she didn’t have to tell. ‘I don’t know,’ the little girl told the doctor.
“ ‘I guess I’m just going to have to figure this out for myself,’ the doctor replied. But he knew he couldn’t really do it all alone. So he called a few of his friends and asked if any of them had psychic powers to figure out who had put a spell on this beautiful little girl. But unfortunately, none of them were psychic. So you know what they had to do then?”
“What?” Sarah asked.
“They had to play detective!”
“Like Inspector Gadget!”
“Yes! Exactly like Inspector Gadget!”
“Did it work?”
“Well, the doctor and his friends, they searched all around the kingdom, trying to figure out who was casting evil spells. They went from door to door. But they couldn’t find out who did it. So they started to feel discouraged, and feared they would never know who hurt the little girl. And this worried them all a great deal, because they hated seeing such a beautiful little princess feeling bad. They wanted her to be happy and healthy.”