“We have to protect the rebel base!” Leia slapped her waterproof gloves against the snowy wall. If she could pack it solid enough, even Darth Vader wouldn’t be able to find them here on Hoth.
Her best friends, Jen and Kat, piled heaps of snow on the walls as heavy flakes drifted down from the dark gray sky. They clung to Jen’s braids as she popped up on the other side.
“We played Empire Strikes Back yesterday.” Jen dumped a new load of snow on top of the wall, sending it tumbling over the edge straight onto Leia’s head.
She was about to get buried like a dead tauntaun.
“Look at this snow.” Leia scooped a bunch up in her arms and tried to hug it onto the wall. “We have to play Hoth.” Maybe her body heat would melt it into ice, and it would be stronger that way. “The fort can’t withstand more than a hundred stormtroopers at this rate. It doesn’t even have a roof.”
“I can make a roof.” Jen launched herself over the wall, nearly knocking it down. “I’m the fairy ice queen. I’ll use my magic.” She twirled like a ballerina.
“Faster,” Leia urged. “It’s working! We’ll have a rebel base in no time.”
Kat popped around the corner, wielding one Barbie dressed warmly in Leia’s mom’s fur-cuffed slipper, and another one in a swimsuit. “Good. Because Arctic Explorer Barbie has almost found the South Pole, but a storm is blowing in. She needs to get out of the blizzard.”
“She can stay here.” Leia packed another handful of snow into place. “Soon, we’ll have a landing pad big enough for a star cruiser.”
“The roof is almost finished.” Jen retrieved the blanket Leia’s mom had given them to keep their knees dry, tossing it over the top of the fort before piling on snow. “It’s beautiful!” The words had barely left her mouth when the whole base collapsed on top of them.
Thwump!
Jen and Kat squealed.
Leia pushed through the chunks of snow, swimming in the ruins of the Hoth base. “Oh no. The Millenium Falcon is buried. We’ll never escape!”
“Avalanche Rescue Barbie is on the way!” Kat’s voice emerged from somewhere in the snow pile.
“And the fairy ice queen ruled them all,” Jen declared, popping up like a womp rat from its burrow.
Leia’s mom stood over them. When had she gotten there?
“Okay, you three. All rebels, fairy queens, and Rescue Barbies need to fall back to the kitchen base.”
“We’re busy.” Leia slumped in the snow.
“You’ve been out all day. I made Rice Krispie treats and cocoa.”
Kat’s hand shot up through the snow. “Yes!” All three of them scrambled to their feet and raced to the house.
A few minutes later, Leia cradled a mug of cocoa in her stinging hands. Steam curled up from the marshmallows while Kat and Jen bounced in their chairs around the kitchen table, leaving puddles of melted snow
beneath their seats.
“This one’s a whopper. It’s coming straight off the lake.” Leia’s mom spoke into the phone as their yellow-naped amazon parrot, Charley, paced back and forth on the counter. He spread his wings like a territorial goose, taking aim at the phone cord with his beak until her mom scooped him up and plunked him back on his perch. “Don’t risk it. I can keep the girls here for the night.” Leia sat up straighter at that. “Take care. We’ll dig out in the morning.”
Kat’s mug tipped precariously as she shot up in her chair. “Sleepover? Eeeeeeeeeeeee!”
“That means we get to spend the night in the ice fort,” Leia declared as Charley abandoned his perch to land on her head. She snuck him a piece of Rice Krispie treat before Mom scooped the bird up again. Charley squawked in protest.
“I’m sorry, sweetie, but the rebel base is in rubble, and the sun is setting on Hoth.” Mom handed Charley a slice of apple and whisked the bird into the other room to return him to his cage.
“Shoot.” Leia planted her elbows on the table. “Maybe if we asked again, real nice.”
“It is a tough place to spend the night.” Kat licked marshmallow from her fingers before reaching for a second Rice Krispie treat. “I’ve seen plenty of arctic explorers end up like human popsicles. Even Luke Skywalker barely made it, and he needed a tauntaun sleeping bag.”
True. “But I still wish we could do it.”
Jen’s eyes sparked with that special gleam that always meant trouble—or magic. Usually both. She planted her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her palms. “I know how to make a wish come true.”
“How?” Kat asked through a mouthful of Krispie treat.
“Fairy magic.”
“Of course.” Kat exchanged a knowing look with Leia. “I think she might really be part fairy.”
Leia didn’t doubt it.
Jen darted from the room, her sock feet sliding on the linoleum. She returned clutching Leia’s My Little Pony lunchbox, paper, and the glitter pens she’d given Leia for her birthday.
“It’s simple, really.” She uncapped an emerald-green pen that sparkled like fairy dust. “All you have to do is write down your wish, and then we’ll wish as hard as we can together.”
“Yes!” Leia grabbed a slip of paper, her hand shaking with excitement as she wrote I
wish we could spend the night in the snow fort.
“Please, please, please, please, please,” she chanted with each letter before passing the paper to Jen.
“Now for the fairy magic.” Jen’s fingers moved with practiced precision, creasing once, twice, folding it into a perfect origami heart. “There.” She held it up like a precious gem. “Now kiss it for extra wish power, and we’ll put it in the box.”
“You think it’ll work?” Leia asked as the lonely paper heart fell into the plastic case.
“I know it will,” Jen said, closing the lid and placing her hand on top. Leia added hers immediately.
Kat’s hand topped the stack. “If we all wish hard enough.”
Forty years later, Leia hunched over her kitchen counter, carefully positioning the last piece of her mosaic backsplash. She’d been replacing the decades-old tile, one scraped-out section at a time, with bits of broken plates and pottery, creating a tropical forest scene with birds, inspired by her favorite bird, Charley.
Her coffee sat forgotten nearby as she squinted, trying to find the perfect spot for a fragment of her grandmother’s favorite teacup.
The chicken soup she’d set out to cool balanced precariously near her elbow. She’d planted it within arm’s reach, knowing better than to leave it unguarded. Charley was her joy and her love, but her bird was also a notorious noodle thief.
“Bing-bong!” Charley announced from the perch near the front window.
“I’m not falling for it this time.” Leia reached for her coffee without looking up. “The last time you sent me to the door, you flew in here and stole the cheese off my sandwich. I was stuck with ham and nothing.”
Charley let out a little, “Heh-heh-heh,” sounding suspiciously like a supervillain, then squawked, “Bing-bong!”
The aroma of herbs and broth filled the kitchen, making her stomach growl. She’d rather not come back to find no noodles.
Ding-dong! The bell rang for real.
Charley danced back and forth across the perch, looking far too pleased.
“I think I owe you an apology,” Leia said, sparing a pat on the head for Charley as she headed for the door. “And maybe a noodle.”
“Treat!” Charley squawked triumphantly, landing on Leia’s shoulder as she opened the door.
A mysterious package sat on the porch, definitely not something she’d ordered.
Weird.
“Weird!” Charley echoed. “Whatcha doin’, wierdo bird? That’s weird!”
She hadn’t realized she’d said it out loud.
The simple cardboard box bore only her name and address on a typed mail sticker.
No return address.
She carried it into
the kitchen and sliced it open.
No doubt her mom was at it again. She’d been decluttering like a madwoman. The last time her parents had come through town in their RV, they’d dropped off her pink Huffy bike and her entire wardrobe from high school—when she’d been a size four. She’d told them not to bother, to just donate it all to someone who could use it.
But…
She dug through a mound of crumpled-up newspaper and gasped.
She was so glad they didn’t listen. Her hands trembled slightly as she lifted her My Little Pony lunch box out of the wrapping. The pudgy old-school ponies pranced on a green hill with daisies, unaware of how gloriously round they looked.
The wish box.
“Ooo…” Charley leaned in for a closer look, nearly toppling off her shoulder.
“Do you remember this?” She pushed back the clips and slowly lifted the lid. “I do.” Dozens upon dozens of neatly folded paper hearts filled the box to the brim.
Each one held a memory, a dream, a moment of magic she and her best friends had created together.
She picked a wish from the top and unfolded it, smiling at the childish handwriting, which hadn’t faded in forty years.
She turned to her bird. “I’m going to do something wild, Charley.” She reached into her back pocket for her phone.
“Brrrrrrrrrrrrrring!” Charley exclaimed as she dialed, in a remarkable impression of the old phone that hung on the wall in the kitchen in Grand Rapids.
“That’s right, Charley, brrrring.”
“Hey, DIY queen,” Kat answered over the beep of hospital monitors and the barely contained chaos behind the nurses’ station. “How’s Charley?”
“On the way to nab a noodle,” Leia answered as Charley waddled toward the kitchen.
“That bird still owes me a piece of pizza from the last time I visited.”
“You were the one who tried to answer the door at midnight.” At least Leia had an excuse to be distracted. “Listen. I have a crazy idea.”
Leia scanned the flood of travelers pouring through the airport arrival gate, her heart quickening as she searched for the only face in the crowd that mattered.
But it was the earrings she recognized first.
Dangling from the lobes of an otherwise sensible-looking woman with short salt-and-pepper curls were the two gaudiest red parrots in coconut trees that money could buy. The sight made Leia’s chest tighten with affection.
Leia had chosen to wear an equally embarrassing set from her own vast collection of tacky earrings—a pair of fortune cookies dangling from little Chinese takeout boxes. It had become a bit of a running joke between the two of them.
One that showed no signs of slowing down.
“Aaaaaaahhhh!” Leia tried to rush forward, but it came off as more of a lurch as she staggered under her heavy backpack and dragged a stuffed suitcase. “I can’t believe you made it. I can’t believe we’re doing this. I can’t believe you’re wearing the earrings I sent you!”
Kat, who was clearly more sensible about packing for trips, zipped to Leia and enveloped her in a hug. “I can’t believe my flight out of Baltimore was this late. Time to book it, or we’re going to miss the plane to Duluth.”
“Right, right,” Leia said, “but I can’t help it.” She hugged Kat again. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen you.”
“Long enough to dye your hair,” Kat teased. “I love the rebel look.”
“If you’re going to cover your grays, you might as well cover them with something interesting.”
“True.” Kat adjusted the shoulder strap on her bag, then paled when she saw the Departures screen. “We have to cross terminals. We’re never going to make it.”
“We’ve got this.” Sure, it would be tight, but Leia had faith, and they had no other choice. “Come on. Remember that time we almost missed our flight to Cancun?”
She zigzagged through the crowd, her overstuffed roller bag threatening rebellion with each swerve. Kat’s practical carry-on glided smoothly as she matched Leia’s pace.
“The gate agent opened the door for us because you told her we were bridesmaids.” Kat’s half laugh, half groan echoed through the terminal.
“You were my bridesmaid.” Leia wrestled her suitcase around a corner.
“Six years later,” Kat panted, maintaining her white-knuckle grip on her shoulder bag.
Their window of opportunity was closing fast. Leia put on a burst of speed.
Together they raced past restaurants and shops and strollers and Starbucks lines. Leia’s calves burned. It had been years since she’d been in an airport, and maybe it had been a mistake to wait to meet Kat at her gate, but she couldn’t imagine getting on the plane without her. It had also been years since she’d run anywhere. She should have stretched first.
Where had the
time gone?
Her phone buzzed, and a familiar green-feathered face filled the screen.
“Seriously, Charley?” She jabbed the decline button.
Kat’s breathless laugh carried forward. “Your bird is calling you?”
“Nick must have given her the iPad again.” Leia shook her head, remembering how a simple research project about anxious parrots and video chatting had created a technological monster.
Next thing Leia knew, Nick had rigged up an iPad for Charley, complete with custom icons for her favorite humans.
“Charley isn’t going to like that you ghosted her.” Just then Kat’s phone trilled, and Charley’s face popped up on her screen.
To Leia’s shock, Kat answered.
Charley’s feathered face took up the entire video-chat screen, ...