“I’m ready,” Lucy whispered, her voice so soft that it was nearly drowned out by the breeze kissing the grass in the great meadow where she (with her feet pointing west) and Alice (hers pointing east) lay cheek to cheek. “Oh?” Alice asked, her eyes drawn to a cloud that closely resembled a sailing ship. “You’re not paying attention, are you?” Lucy accused, turning her face away, gaze drifting towards the wood that surroun...