Johnny Wilson has shamed me into writing something. I had run out of inspiration. But the prospect of having a reader has energized me to the point of putting pen to paper, as they used to say.
In casting around for a subject, my thoughts returned to last weekend when we had Andrew and Molly over for dinner, just themselves, while William and his parents were off following his many pursuits (now that he's a high school lad) and Andrew brought his magician's kit from last Christmas and he put on a magic act for us.
His apparatus were top-notch and his snappy patter showed that he had read the Magician's Handbook, that came with the kit, through and through. He had a magic wand that figured in several effects. And at one point, he pulled a toy rabbit out of a real-looking top hat that, before, had nothing in it.
I asked him if he could pull a hat out of a rabbit. He said he didn't have that trick yet.
Molly, over on the couch, followed our conversation without interest. She'd heard it all before. . . .
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