slower, she's about the same as me mentally. she watched me shut and lock the journal with a weird look on her face. on the way down to supper she asked me if the book was magic.
“it is, but it's just a simple spell, i think. not like the ones in the bath. i can lock it so no one else can see what i write. my grandmother gave it too me. she said my grandfather bought it when i was born, and she'd been waiting to give it too me.” i said. we headed through the central lobby and into the restaurant.
“is your grandmother well?” she asked as she 