5: "Well, My Name is Calvin Fargo..."
CHAPTER FIVE: Well, My Name is Calvin Fargo...* * *
Calvin McIntosh wasn’t the happiest fella in Enotah County right at the moment.
Though he wasn’t far from it, truth be told – he hadn’t felt such incredibly pure energy in the longest time. Not since he’d first stepped into the sacred circle with Uki, or Hyuntikwala Usunhi
, to call his mentor in Galunlati by his full and proper name.
But Willow’s energy felt completely different than Uki’s; Calvin’s comment to David earlier that day had not been inaccurate. The Wiccan’s energy was pure, as though it’d been distilled from something else and passed through an incredible ordeal that had refined it still further. That thread of black, though: that worried Cal a bit, he had to admit. He and his friends had had more than enough of Dark magic in their lives.
Now, sitting across from David Sullivan’s kitchen table from the pretty redhead, and her really kind of intimidating dark-haired, single-eyed friend (boyfriend? Lover?), Cal felt nervous as a long-tailed cat in a roomful of rocking chairs.
Willow, for her part, looked utterly relaxed. She had changed out of her long skirt and sweater, and now wore an ancient, tattered Sunnydale High School sweatshirt that had the sleeves cut off at the elbows, and was miles too large for her slim frame; and a pair of what had probably once been jeans, but now had more rips than fabric. Her feet were shod in sturdy-looking hiking sandals, and her long red hair was pulled back in a ponytail and swung like a skein of silk above her shoulders. She sat with one foot up under the opposite knee, swinging her free foot a little as the four of them talked.
Calvin noticed, with a little internal grin, that she had a widow’s peak – Sandy did, too, he recalled, with a sudden pang of longing. Haven’t seen her for a month,
he realized. God, I miss her...wonder if she’d be willing to come up here for a while?
His emotions must have been written all over his face, because right at that moment, Willow looked him dead in the eye and said calmly, “She’s thinking about you, too, Calvin.”
He jumped a little in his seat. “Wha? Who?”
The redhead gave him an impish smile. “Saaaandy,” she drawled, winking at David and at Cal.
“What? How’d you know that
?” Calvin spluttered. That was really a little damn scary.
Willow grinned broadly at him. “You just said her name out loud, Calvin,” she replied, giggling softly. Honestly, you’d think she was a mind reader...but a lot of it was just observation and keen hearing.
David grinned at his friend, enjoying his discomfiture just a little bit. OK, a lot. Cal’d twigged him about Liz’s absence often enough over the last week and David thought a tad of payback was in order.
“Call ‘er up, Fargo,” he suggested, tipping his chair back down onto all four legs. “We’d all like to see Sandy, I think; and ain’t she out of school for the summer, too?”
The redoubtable Ms. Fairfax was a professor of anthropology at the University of North Carolina; according to her most recent correspondence to Calvin, she was taking a sabbatical for the upcoming school year and would be at her cabin up near Sylva until the snow flew. “At that point,”
she’d joked in her e-mail, "I’ll be coming down yonder mountain and holing up with my parents till spring!”
“Could be she’d like to see our charming selves ‘fore she burrows in up in Sylva,” Calvin allowed, beginning to smile. “All right, Sullivan, you sold me, I’ll give a call right now if it’s all right with y’all?”
David palmed the cordless phone and lightly tossed it to Calvin in response. * * * * * * *