‘Come on,’ Charles Wallace said. ‘Let’s go.’
‘Where?’ Meg asked. ‘I’m hungry, Charles. I don’t want to go anywhere till I’ve had something to eat.’ She was still sore from the interview with Mr Jenkins, and her voice sounded cross. Charles Wallace looked at her thoughtfully as she went to the refrigerator and gave the kitten some milk, then drank a mugful herself.
He handed her a paper bag. ‘Here’s a sandwich and some cookies and an apple. I thought we’d better go see Mrs Whatsit.’
‘Oh, golly,’ Meg said. ‘Why, Charles?’
‘You’re still uneasy about her, aren’t you?’ Charles asked.
‘Well, yes.’
‘Don’t be. She’s all right. I promise you. She’s on our side.’
‘How do you know?’
‘Meg,’ he said impatiently, ‘I know.’
‘But why should we go see her now?’
‘I want to find out more about that tesseract thing. Didn’t you see how it upset mother? You know when mother can’t control the way she feels, when she lets us see she’s upset, then it’s something big.’
Meg thought for a moment. ‘Okay, let’s go. But let’s take Fortinbras with us.’
‘Well, of course. He needs the exercise.’
They set off, Fortinbras rushing ahead, then doubling back to the two children, then leaping off again. The Murrys lived about four miles out of the village. Behind the house was a pine wood and it was through this that Charles Wallace took Meg.
‘Charles, you know she’s going to get in awful trouble – Mrs Whatsit, I mean – if they find out she’s broken into the haunted house. And taking Mrs Buncombe’s sheets and everything. They could send her to jail.’
‘One of the reasons I want to go over this afternoon is to warn them.’
‘Them?’
‘I told you she was there with her two friends. I’m not even sure it was Mrs Whatsit herself who took the sheets, though I wouldn’t put it past her.’
‘But what would she want all those sheets for?’
‘I intend to ask her,’ Charles Wallace said, ‘and to tell them they’d better be more careful. I don’t really think they’ll let anybody find them, but I just thought we ought to mention the possibility. Sometimes during vacations some of the boys go out there looking for thrills, but I don’t think anybody’s apt to right now, what with basketball and everything.’
They walked in silence for a moment through the fragrant woods, the rusty pine needles gentle under their feet. Up above them the wind made music in the branches. Charles Wallace slipped his hand confidingly in Meg’s, and the sweet, little-boy gesture warmed her so that she felt the tense knot inside her begin to loosen. – Charles loves me at any rate, she thought.
‘School awful again today?’ he asked after a while.
‘Yes. I got sent to Mr Jenkins. He made snide remarks about father.’
Charles Wallace nodded sagely. ‘I know.’
‘How do you know?’
Charles Wallace shook his head. ‘I can’t quite explain. You tell me, that’s all.’
‘But I never say anything. You just seem to know.’
‘Everything about you tells me,’ Charles said.
‘How about the twins?’ Meg asked. ‘Do you know about them, too?’
‘I suppose I could if I wanted to. If they needed me. But it’s sort of tiring, so I just concentrate on you and mother.’
‘You mean you read our minds?’
Charles Wallace looked troubled. ‘I don’t think it’s that. It’s being able to understand a sort of language, like sometimes if I concentrate very hard I can understand the wind talking with the trees. You tell me, you see, sort of inad–inadvertently. That’s a good word, isn’t it? I got mother to look it up in the dictionary for me this morning.’
Ahead of them Fortinbras started barking loudly, the warning bay that usually told them that a car was coming up the road or that someone was at the door.
‘Somebody’s here,’ Charles Wallace said sharply. ‘Somebody’s hanging around the house. Come on.’ He started to run, his short legs straining. At the edge of the woods Fortinbras stood in front of a boy, barking furiously.
As they came panting up the boy said, ‘For heaven’s sake, call off your dog.’
‘Who is he?’ Charles Wallace asked Meg.
‘Calvin O’Keefe. He’s older than I am. He’s a big bug.’
‘It’s all right, fella. I’m not going to hurt you,’ the boy said to Fortinbras.
‘Sit, Fort,’ Charles Wallace commanded, and Fortinbras dropped to his haunches in front of the boy, a low growl still pulsing in his dark throat.
‘Okay.’ Charles Wallace put his hands on his hips. ‘Now tell us what you’re doing here.’
‘I might ask the same of you,’ the boy said with some indignation. ‘Aren’t you two of the Murry kids? This isn’t your property, is it?’ He started to move, but Fortinbras’s growl grew louder and he stopped.
‘Tell me about him, Meg,’ Charles Wallace demanded.
‘What would I know about him?’ Meg asked. ‘He’s a couple of grades above me, and he’s on the basketball team.’
‘Just because I’m tall.’ Calvin sounded a little embarrassed. Tall he certainly was, and skinny. His bony wrists stuck out of the sleeves of his blue sweater; his worn corduroy trousers were three inches too short. He had orange hair that needed cutting and the appropriate freckles to go with it. His eyes were an oddly bright blue.
‘Tell us what you’re doing here,’ Charles Wallace said.
‘What is this? The third degree? Aren’t you the one who’s supposed to be the moron?’
Meg flushed with rage, but Charles Wallace answered placidly, ‘That’s right. If you want me to call my dog off you’d better give.’
‘Most peculiar moron I’ve ever met,’ Calvin said. ‘I just came to get away from my family.’
Charles Wallace nodded. ‘What kind of family?’
‘They all have runny noses. I’m third from the top of eleven kids. I’m a sport.’
At that Charles Wallace grinned widely. ‘So ’m I.’
‘I don’t mean like in baseball,’ Calvin said.
‘Neither do I.’
‘I mean like in biology,’ Calvin said suspiciously.
‘A change in gene,’ Charles Wallace quoted, ‘resulting in the appearance in the offspring of a character which is not present in the parents but which is potentially transmissible to its offspring.’
‘What gives around here?’ Calvin asked. ‘I was told you couldn’t talk.’
‘Thinking I’m a moron gives people something to feel smug about,’ Charles Wallace said. ‘Why should I disillusion them? How old are you, Cal?’
‘Fourteen. And I’m bright. Listen, did anybody ask you to come here this afternoon?’
Charles Wallace, holding Fort by the collar, looked at Calvin suspiciously. ‘What do you mean, ask?’
Calvin shrugged. ‘You still don’t trust me, do you?’
‘I don’t distrust you,’ Charles Wallace said.
‘Do you want to tell me why you’re here, then?’
‘Fort and Meg and I decided to go for a walk. We often do in the afternoon.’
Calvin dug his hands down in his pockets. ‘You’re holding out on me.’