I looked at Adam. "What? What did you say?"
"I said, what's a rocket motor?"
"Who said anything about rocket motors?"
"You did. I asked you what makes it go and you said, rocket motors."
I frowned. "Forget it. Magic makes it go. Santa Claus magic."
"Okay, Daddy. Sure."
Something about his tone made me look sharply at him. He was grinning at me; a cynical, adult-type grin. Yesterday it would have made me furious. Today, for some crazy reason, it made me burst out laughing. I laughed for quite a long time, and then as suddenly as it began, it was over. I rumpled his hair and started the car.
"Adam," I said, "take a tip from your Daddy. Stop trying to find out about things. Hang onto your dreams. Dreams are happy things, and truth is sometimes pretty ugly...."
CHAPTER IV