That first day they met, Devon hung around after the crowd had dispersed and watched Harry put away his card tricks and top hat. It collapsed in on itself, and the tabletop opened to expose a hollow inside like a suitcase. The spindly legs folded neatly into it. Once Harry was all packed away, he turned and gave Devon a charming smile. “You seem to be leaning on my sign.”
Devon pushed away from the wooden sandwich board. He clapped the sign shut and hefted it under one arm. “This is yours? I’ll carry it for you.”
“I can manage,” Harry assured him, holding a hand out for the sign.
But Devon waved the hand aside and gave the old magician a disarming grin of his own. “I’ve got it. So you’re Harry, are you? Quite a show you put on.”
Harry nodded politely. “The kids seem to think so. You we
