I read through the second-to-last chapter of Powerless, a book I wrote in a month. An impressive spell cast on some eyeballs sends the bad guys down the wrong eastward (or westward?) road. Margaux ends up smelling like delicious, fresh herbs, while Henry and their companions probably smell like sewage. Our heroes decide to continue their walk to Sandhill regardless of how tired Margaux is. I copyright my million-dollar folk art idea for sale at Hobby Lobby, which I've never actually visited. Discussion questions end another exciting episode!