I looked back to see Chris glancing at me through the rearview mirror. He cleared his throat.
" So, Jayden. " He said.
" Yes, sir? " I said, respectively. I wondered what Chris did for a living - certainly his odd clothing and old styed suit made me think he might work in even a museum or perhaps an old bank. Here in england there were some isolated pockets, I knew that much from my Mother's rather dull stories.
" Do you watch much sports? " He asked, after a pause. He seemed at a loss of what to say, so I guess he thought of...
... Enough of the cyncism.
" Well. No Sir, Neither play nor watch. There'nt many places to go in my village. "
For some reason, Jennifer giggled. Beatrice gave her a reproachful look in the mirror. " That's a shame, " Chris said. " So what do you like doing in your free time? "
I stopped, thinking. I remembered my magic. It was the only word I could find to describe it: That unnatural, *wrong* force I found myself using. I remember... I remember, calling the spiders to chase away a boy. I remember, talking to the stray dog, without a sound. It did what I wanted. I remember the way I broke the lamp, angry as I was. I remember breaking an old man's mind so he would leave me alone.
" Jayden? "
" Ah, marbles sir. And games, though mostly on my own. " I said, nervously. Chris glanced at me. The car moved on.
" Is that right? "
" Yes sir. " I said, meekly. Chris had me on the back foot.
" Nothing out of the ordinary then. " Chris said. He winked.
*He knew.*