"So you want to play with magic?"
We saw the house on a News special about old neighborhoods in midtown. The camera scanned over it, but it had a turquoise door, and Katie knew where it was.
"Let's check it out!"
So we did. It stood on the slope of a hill, four storied, squeezed in between a full row of houses with the same design. We parked on the gravel across the street, the others talking excitedly, and they half ran, half skipped to the door. Sam knocked, shushing them, and turned the knob. Unlocked. He opened the door.