Missparkles cautions that this operation may be a branch of the bad guys (so ominous to call them that) but we really don’t know much about them, other than the fact that they are after Amanda. Faith thinks that maybe the junkyard owner are friends with Amanda and could possibly help us, or he could just be Switzerland (and by that I mean, totally neutral) the way MariaH believes.
Regardless, we had that tiny key and one of Amanda’s journals and we were all frantic to open it (I admit that I was perhaps the most excited, after all, I was the one ready to break the thing open with a hammer). We all took a breath and the tiny key and the journal, and with our hearts in our throats we gave it a turn. Nothing. The lock didn’t pop open the way we thought it would and disappointment flooded over me like seasickness.
“What now?” Callie had her hands in her hair, not an exaggeration to the frustration we were feeling. Nia was on the web site and turned to us, “well, what about ElizabethMop suggestion? We could take this thing to a locksmith and maybe he will be able to tell us something useful.”
We went to the locksmith at the very edge of town, I had been there once before when my mother lost her keys. Nia had been there more than a handful of times with her brother Cisco (who is notorious for losing his keys), and the man working behind the counter seemed to recognize Nia and even gave her a little nod. We showed him the lock and the locket and he puzzled over them for a few minutes.
“Ah, here,” he pointed. “You must apply pressure to all four sides and turn the key at the same time. These kinds of locks aren’t made anymore, they are very rare.”
We all (including the locksmith) placed a finger on one side of the lock and turned the key. Inside, on the first page , was written “Thank you for not breaking me open.”
The rest of the journal was filled with Amanda’s purple cursive. All put together, it read:
“You must remember this,
a kiss is just a kiss , a sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by.
And when two lovers woo
They still say, “I love you.”
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by.
Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date. Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate.
It’s still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die.
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by. “