you all to line up next to me, and when the bus stops, just swing up. But donât go by the stairs â you might get squished. Get ready to cast a line and hoist yourself.â
âI have a better idea,â Fat Cat said. âAll of you get on my back and Iâll climb up on the rear fender.â
âYouâre sure, Fatty? Youâre sure you can jump that high?â
âItâs not that high. I am a veteran bus rider.â
Fat Cat was as good as his word. They were soon all aboard the bus. Minutes later, as they rounded the corner on Yucca and Highland, Jo Bell called back to them with wonderful news. âHey, heâs back!â
âWho?â Edith called up.
âLeon Brinsky, the conductor. He survived! Thereâs a big sign welcoming him back.â
âNow, that is a blessed event!â Felix sighed with relief.
âI hope Felix will be exonerated,â Edith called back up.
âWhatâs exonerated?â asked Julep.
âNot blamed.â
âWhat does it matter, if my musical career is finished?â Felix sighed.
âNot necessarily, dear. There is more music out there. Remember, weâre going to Boston. There is music and art in Boston.â
âBut weâre going to the library and not a symphony hall.â
âWell, weâll see.â
Felix hated it when his mother said âweâll see.â Even worse was âweâll think about it.â Because all she really ever wanted to see or think about was a dimmer, darker, more remote place to hide.
And a hidey-hole was exactly where Edithâs musings were taking her. Someday, she thought, they would find everything they ever needed and wanted. And the Boston Public Library was a vast and wonderful place to start. She had left because she could not bear to be there without her mother. But now she had children of her own. If she were ever to find clues to the Place Where Time Has Stopped, it would be in the soft glow of those reading rooms filled with thousands upon thousands of books. There was so much to be explored, so much to read. And so many lovely places to hide.
A fter they had boarded the bus, Felix cast a line to the roof and skibbled off to explore. He was back in a few minutes.
âHey, you should see whatâs on the side of this bus,â Felix called out.
âWhat is it?â Jo Bell asked.
âItâs an ad for a movie â about spiders!â Julep and Jo Bell scurried over to have a look. There was an advertisement running the length of the bus that showed an enormous spider with fangs the size of dinosaur teeth fighting a brawny man with a safari hat and a long whip.
âWhat in the name of venom does that fool think heâs doing â a whip? Like a whip is going to help him. Why doesnât he just have a fumigation tank like other E-Men?â Jo Bell exclaimed.
âHeâs trying to be a hero,â Felix said. âMovie heroes have whips, not fumigation tanks.â
âThatâs not even a real spider! Look how they messed up his eyes!â
âWell, thatâs Hollywood for you!â Felix said.
âHe is kind of handsome,â Julep mused. âThe man, that is.â
âHe looks like a jerk to me,â Felix replied.
âWhatâs the movie called?â Julep asked as the bus pulled up at a stoplight.
ââ Kentucky Jones and the Spiders of Doom ,ââ Jo Belle said, reading upside down.
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After another hour of riding, they arrived at the terminal. Edith immediately spotted a sign flashing BOSTON on a silvery blue bus, but Fatty was quick to redirect her.
âNot the Blue Fox line â no, never!â
âWhy ever not?â Edith asked.
âYou donât want to have to hang out in the lavatories all the time.â He wrinkled his nose.
Edith knew that cats tended to be more sensitive than spiders about such things and gave Fatty a look.
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