"I don't know what's going to happen," said Aunt Marie. The warm milk tastes so good. "No one has to leave before returning to themselves. I always managed to keep them here. Maybe this is the way it was supposed to be."
He looks at her confused. How can this be the way it was supposed to be?
"Brenda, I did do some reading. Keep a record of every guest who changes with notes. My guests would sometimes make remarks about dreams or books they were reading. I remember one person dreaming of birds became one. You get it? The magic somehow connects with the person on an individual level."
Yes. Like you were reading books about babies?
"I don't know. Maybe you saw a show about babies, but maybe it's about will. Maybe we somehow chose this. I always wanted a little girl."
“How could I have chosen this?” Bobby thought He feels warm in her arms. As if nothing could ever harm him.
"I don't know what will happen when we leave. Your mother things I'm her much younger sister. I don't mind that too much. better than being her much older sister."