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Enchanter

... fast.” “I didn’t believe you. I can’t believe this.” “Believe it. How many days did I ever miss in school for being sick? Have you ever known me to have a bruise?” “No, and I don’t remember any days you missed because you were sick. I remember lots of them you talked me into skipping. I don’t understand how this can happen. How can you do that?” This was going to be difficult. How do you explain to your best friend that you’re sort of an alien? How do you explain why you’ve never told her before? How do you explain this to the girl you’re in love with and why she doesn’t already know? “This is going to sound strange, Fallon. Will you just listen for a minute and not say anything?” “You’ve always been strange, Oliver. You’ve lived here by yourself since we were freshmen. Your parents were blown up. You have all the money you need and you don’t work. You hang out with musicians and hippies. How strange are we talking here?” “Well, it’s x-files strange. The reason I heal so fast is that my body is a little different.” “What do you mean? How are you different? You don’t look or feel different.” “No, but I am. I have a different blood type than anyone else. I can take blood from anyone but I can’t give mine to anyone. I have all the same organs, The reason is what’s hard to understand.” “So stop beating around the bush and just tell me what you’re talking about. You’re starting to creep me out.” I thought it would be easier to show her. I had her look at my ankle and the ...

... swelling was gone. It was still sore and I wouldn’t walk on it except in an emergency. “Help me out to the car and take me for a drive,” I told her. “Where are we going?” she asked. “Somewhere you’ve never been before,” I said. “Do you trust me?” She did. She supported a lot of my weight and helped me into the garage. She’s much stronger than you would think by looking at her. I have a 1966 Corvette 427 in Nassau blue that Fallon bugs me to let her ride in constantly. She’s driven it half a dozen times through the years but she never gets enough. I wasn’t up to it and today she was going to get to drive it again. I showed her how to put the top down and just marveled as the wind tousled her mane and her teeth flashed. She couldn’t stop smiling and she pushed that 427 for everything it had. The engine either had 425 or 450 horsepower, depending on when it shipped. They started advertising them at 450 and ran afoul of the government, who doesn’t like horsepower, and then changed their ads. They didn’t change the engine. Anyway it will run a quarter mile in just under 12 seconds. She’s not as good as shifting as the pro’s are but she can slap a stick around for a girl. We drove up into the hills and I reached out to the web. The nearest strand ran nearly under the road. Gradually, the blacktop began to turn red and the steering wheel became smaller in diameter but the grip got fatter. The sky became overcast and a cool wind blew. She looked at me. I just nodded and she kept driving. I ...