59

Will

WHEN WILL AND HIS MOTHER FINALLY ENTERED THE CONVENTION center, there was rain indoors, and lots of it. Screaming, wailing, shrieking, too. A fine mist wound its way inside Will’s nose, making him feel like—of all things—baking. It was chaos, that was for sure.

But Will didn’t pay too much attention to any of it. With Sally snuggled tightly around his neck, he made his way through the rain to the biggest cake he’d ever seen—a fifty-layer-high masterpiece of sugary wonder. “Can I try some?” he asked, and the baker beside the cake, clutching his floppy wet chef’s hat, merely shrugged.

“Sure, kid,” the baker replied, surveying the mess around him. “Why not?”

And as Will and Sally leaned in for their first bites, Will couldn’t help but grin.

It really had been an adventure.