chapter 29

In Which We Learn a Lesson about Unpredictability

Jackson almost laughed out loud. He covered his mouth just in time and let out a teeny, tiny snort instead.

The toilet was gold. The seat was gold, the base was gold, the lid was gold, and the tank was gold. The flush lever was a gold tassel swinging in the breeze. Jackson could hardly believe it. A gold toilet in the middle of a sunflower patch? Yes. That’s just the way gold toilets are — unpredictable at best.

Jackson reached out to touch it, just to see if it was real.

There was a deep growl behind him.