“But HOW?” asked Bea.  “You can do magic.  We can’t,” complained Bea.

“Everyone can do magic.  Every one has a purple crayon.” Prudy got a slip of notebook paper out of her purse.  She tore it in half and gave a piece to each sister.  “Draw what you want.” Prudy said.

“We want you.”

“You have me! You think I’m going anywhere?”  Prudy looked long and hard at her little sisters.  Then, she sighed.

“What if the universe is like a huge catalog of cool stuff and amazing adventures?  Draw what you want!”

Each girl thought for a moment.  Then Bea picked up the crayon and started to draw. Purity sat watching her. After several moments, Bea finished.

“Now, put your picture in your pocket, I gotta pay the check.”  Prudy inched her way out of the booth and over to the cashier.

“You think she’ll ever show us how to do magic?” asked Bea giving the crayon to Purity.

“Maybe she already is showing us,” replied Purity.  Being older and wiser, she could see that Prudy’s mysterious ways just made her sisters more curious to learn.  Prudy never came right out and said I’m going to teach you _______.  She always did it so that her sisters discovered the answers to their questions on their own.  Purity thought about her best teachers in school.  They also had taught in this way.  Maybe Purity would try to see life more like Harold did.  Life was something to be created not endured.  Good things would indeed come to be if she learned to take action and “color” the world as she wanted to see it.  Purity let out a huge sigh.  She closed her eyes for just a moment.

Light crept into her eyes as Purity discovered she was back home in her bedroom again.  Bea was fast asleep in the bed next to her.  Purity got up and looked out the window.  Her sister’s car was gone.  But, as she turned, the purple crayon Bea had used to draw her picture sat on the dresser.

“Maybe I should give this purple crayon thing a try,” whispered Purity.  She grabbed the crayon and a pad of paper.  She sat on her bed.

“Now, what do I want?”

“The universe is like a huge catalog of cool stuff and amazing adventures,” murmured Bea.  She was talking in her sleep.

Purity giggled.

“Yes Bea.  Yes… I think maybe …it is.