“Like I do most of those, it’s all in one swoop,” said Harkness as he took a small spit out of his mouth and placed it into the bowl.
“Oh,” I said.
“One, two!” he repeated, taking another spit.
I took them all in and then I gave a quick, nervous smack and spat again. I turned my back to Harkness and made my way to the door.
He was in the car waiting on the other side, looking like he needed something. The rest of the day was going pretty smoothly, though. I was still trying to figure out how to use my powers.
“Just because you have a wand doesn’t mean you’re just going to throw anything you see at your attacker,” Harkness said.
“I have to do my homework first,” I said.
We ate pizza together on a recent day at the park before we went hiking. It was good, since I had a little bit of energy left from that last fight.
There was a moment of nervousness.
“Why are there two guns pointed at me?” I asked.
There was a beat for a minute, after which Harkness looked thoughtful.
“Why are there two guns pointed at me?” I repeated.
“The other one. I’m trying to teach you about gun violence. That, too.”
“It’s not a gun.”
“But I felt it,” I said.
“Yeah, but there’s an automatic weapon on top of the other one,” Harkness explained.
“That’s impossible, but is that why I felt…” I stopped, realizing the answer was yes, but then the answer was no. Harkness stared at me expectantly, and for the first time I had the urge to shoot him. It occurred to me then that this was going to be a bit of a learning experience.
We took the car to Harkness’ house, which was a quiet suburban subdivision on a quiet, suburban street. I pulled into the driveway without so much as looking at the house, a place that was a little over two hundred square feet, with an entry door and rear yard door that were made of hardwood. The yard was fenced off with a chain-link fence, and around it was a fence of some form of
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