“My mother is into the same shit as you are,” Max said.
I let out a snort. “Well, it’s not shit,” I said. “Magic isn’t shit, it’s the people that use it that take it to a darker place that are shit.”
She shrugged and shook her head when I offered her a cigarette. “Whatever. I mean, she was kind of into it before, but now it’s more so what with Francis and her being roommates for so long. Francis is the kind of guy that fills the world with wonder, everyone is drawn to him. I don’t have to tell you that, do I?”
I was surprised to find myself blushing. “Is it that obvious?”
“Hey, I’m happy if you’re happy. Just be careful.”
I felt a moment of panic and I wasn’t sure why. “What do you mean? You don’t think that Francis is a bad person, do you?” I wondered if my gut had led me off course, but I knew Francis with my whole heart and spirit.
“No, no. He’s never been mean. But have you looked at him?”
“Of course I have, he’s beautiful.” I said.
She gave me a goofy grin and nudged my shoulder with her own. “I know that, but when you look into him, what do you see?”
I thought of every time that I looked into Francis’ eyes and the sea that always drew me in. I thought of the water every time I thought of Francis because of the endless sea that swirled within him. Depending on how many emotions he was holding onto, sometimes I swore that I could see fish swimming within the deep waters.. I told this to Max. “I just see the sea.” I said.
She nodded. “Everyone is so taken by it. I was, too. I still am a little but keep myself to myself for the most part.” She shook her head. “He’s never hurt me, not like that. But he’s just so sad.” Max looked like she was going to cry. I too her hand to give her some kind of comfort.
“Just be careful, okay? We got along like a house on fire at first, and he’s been like a dad to me for so long. But there’s just too much there. Too much,” she scrunched up her face, trying to think of the words she wanted to say. “Like, just think of taking a tsunami, the biggest and most epic one you’ve ever seen, and shove it all into one person. That’s like Francis. He holds too much. Haven’t you seen his moods?”
I nodded. I knew that Francis could get withdrawn and lost within himself, especially if he was sewing or creating something. Even after months with him, I knew little about him. I knew nothing about what it was like for him growing up, what it had been like for him growing up. He always wanted to focus on the now and the future, the one that we were making with each other. “I always want to talk about where I’ve come from so that I can appreciate where I am going.” I told her.
“Exactly. Francis never wants to talk about what came before. I mean, since he left his wife years ago, he’s only ever had one boyfriend. He’s been alone for years before he met you. That’s a lot of emotion to handle for someone Francis’ age, let alone you.”
“I love him even with the age difference.”
“I know you do. I just want you to be careful. You see no boundaries and no worries and I’m pretty sure that is sometimes all that Francis sees.” She took my hands in hers. “I just want you to be careful. I don’t want you to get hurt, okay?”
She reached into my pack and took two cigarettes and handed one to me. “Just don’t tell my mom I’m smoking,” she said.
“Your secret is safe with me.”
Spirit of the Wolf 