wouldnât have to worry about finances either.
âIncredible.â I shake my head. âPellatt must really have felt like a king.â
âHe went bankrupt in 1923 and had to leave the castle,â Jason tells me.
âWow. My motherâs always telling me to put some money away for a rainy day. Pellatt could have prepared for a flood with what this place cost.â
âFor a long time this place was empty, and then in1936 the Kiwanis Club took over and now itâs a tourist attraction. The money they make goes to helping people,â Jason says. âWant to see the inside of the place?â
âIâd love to.â
Walking toward the castle with his arm around me, I try to relax and not trip. Itâs not so easy to walk with a tall person attached.
Jason pays the entrance fee and weâre handed a map and information sheet.
As we walk inside, he says, âLetâs pretend itâs our castle.â
âA great idea,â I say.
The castle has ninety-eight rooms. The plan called for three bowling alleys, twenty-five fireplaces, an indoor swimming pool, and thirty bathrooms.
Thirty bathroomsâall I want in Woodstock is two.
Jason and I are holding hands as we walk through Casa Loma.
A lot of my attention is on our hands and the fact that we are touching.
We go through the billiard room. The information sheet says it was used by males only for smoking and games.
âThatâs sexist,â I say. âIf this is our castle, we should get rid of the smoke but let everyone play the games.â
âBilliards.â Jason laughs.
I shrug. âWeâll put in video games.â
We go through the rest of the castleâa library with room for ten thousand books, museum rooms, secret entrances, a wine cellar with room for seventeen hundred bottles, and my favorite room, the conservatory.
As we walk up the steps, we are very close to each other. The sides of our legs are almost touching.
Turning left, we are in the Norman tower with an incredible view of Toronto. We can also see the stables.
Thereâs no one else up here but us.
I forget to look at Toronto and stare instead at him.
We keep looking at each other.
He leans forward and gives me a tiny kiss, sort of like heâs trying to catch my lips in his.
Again he kisses me, this time for a little longer.
We separate, looking at each other again.
I love his brown eyes.
I love his smile.
I kiss him this time.
We hug each other tightly.
He kisses me on the top of my head.
I kiss him on his neck.
Tourists arrive at our tower.
We separate from each other.
I hate tourists.
From the tower we go to the gift shop so that I can get some postcards to send to friends.
There are some incredible things for sale. Jason and I keep holding things up that are hysterical.
There are some things that I have to take home. For Mindy I buy this ugly ceramic chicken. In the front on a little tray is a place for rings. Coming out of the chickenâs rear end are measuring spoons. âSpooning for you at Casa Lomaâ is written on the chicken. Mindyâs going to die when she sees it. Sheâs really into tacky to make her laugh.
I buy Jim a large pink pencil with a globe of the world on it. Thatâs because heâs always saying that itâs hard to get the point of world politics.
Jason buys me a snow scene of Casa Loma, âSo youâll always remember our day here.â
As if I could ever forget this.
I buy Jason a ruler with scenes of Casa Loma on it. âWhenever you use this, youâll know that youâre a real princeâa true ruler.â
He laughs.
As we walk out to the car, I say, âI love our castle.â
âAnd your prince?â he asks, taking my hand.
âAnd my prince.â I nod, feeling a little shy.
He stops by the car. âWhat if you kiss the prince . . .  and he turns into a frog?â
âNot a chance. Iâve