Practical Magic

Kylie, who's wearing cutoffs and an old Knicks T-shirt, obediently follows Gillian into the ladies' room, although she hasn't the faintest idea of what's about to transpire. She's wearing the bracelet Gillian gave her, as well as the locket her mother saved for for so long; she has a weird sensation in her legs. She wishes she had time to run around the block once or twice; maybe then she wouldn't feel as if she were about to burn up or shatter.

Gillian turns on the (light and locks the door and reaches under the sink for a paper bag. "The secret ingredients," she tells Kylie, as she takes out a pair of scissors, a bottle of shampoo, and a package of bleach. "What do you say?" she asks when Kylie comes to stand beside her. "Want to find out how beautiful you really are?"

Kylie knows her mother will kill her. She'll ground her for the rest of her life and take away her privileges—no movies on weekends, no radio, no TV. Worse, her mom will get that awful look of disappointment on her face—See what has happened , that's what her expression will say. After I've worked so hard to support you and Antonia and bring you up right .

"Sure," Kylie says, easily, as if her heart weren't going a hundred miles an hour. "Let's do it," she tells her aunt, as if her whole life weren't about to completely flip-flop.

It takes a long time to do almost anything worthwhile to someone's hair, even longer for a change as radical as this, and so Sally and Antonia and Gideon Barnes wait for nearly an hour in a booth at Del Vecchio's, drinking diet Cokes and fuming.

"I missed soccer practice for this," Gideon says mournfully.

"Oh, who cares," Antonia says.

Antonia has been working at the ice cream parlor all day and she has a pain in her right shoulder from all the scooping she's done. She doesn't even feel like herself this evening, although she has no idea of who else she might be. She hasn't been asked out on a date for weeks. All of a sudden the boys who were so crazy for her seem to be interested either in younger girls—who may not be as pretty as Antonia but who can be impressed by the slightest thing, a stupid award from the computer club or a trophy from the swim team, and go all googly-eyed if a boy pays them the teeniest little compliment—or in an older woman, like her aunt Gillian, who's had so many more sexual experiences than a girl Antonia's age that a high school boy could get hard just by trying to guess what she could teach him in bed.

This summer has not been working out as Antonia hoped. She can already tell that tonight is another totally lost cause. Her mother hurried her so they could be on time for this di

"This is so typical of Aunt Gillian," she tells her mother when they've been waiting for what seems like an eternity. "It's so inconsiderate."

Sally, who is not completely sure that Gillian wouldn't encourage Kylie to hop a freight train or hitchhike to Virginia Beach for no particular reason other than a good time, has been drinking wine, something she rarely does.

"Well, to hell with them both," she says now.

"Mother!" Antonia says, shocked.

"Let's order," Sally suggests to Gideon. "Let's get two pepperoni pizzas."

"You don't eat meat," Antonia reminds her.

"Then I'll have another glass of Chianti," Sally says. "And some stuffed mushrooms. Maybe some pasta."

Antonia turns to signal the waiter but immediately turns back. Her cheeks are flushed and she's broken into a sweat. Her biology teacher, Mr. Frye, is at one of the small tables in the back, having a beer and discussing the virtues of eggplant rollatini with the waiter. Antonia is crazy about Mr. Frye. He is so brilliant that Antonia considered flunking Biology I just so she could take it again, until she found out he'd be teaching Biology II in the fall. It doesn't matter that he's way too old for her; he's so incredibly handsome that if all the guys in the senior class were rolled up together and tied with a big bow they still wouldn't come close. Mr. Frye goes ru

Naturally she has to meet up with him on the one evening when she hasn't bothered with makeup and is wearing this horrible olive-green thing, which, she now realizes, doesn't belong to her. She's ludicrous. Even that stupid Gideon Barnes is staring at her shirt.

"What are you staring at?" Antonia asks so savagely that Gideon pulls his head back, as if he expected to be smacked. "What is your problem?" she cries when Gideon continues to stare. God, she can't stand him. He looks like a pigeon when he blinks, and he often makes a weird sound in his throat, as though he's about to spit.

"I think that's my shirt," Gideon says apologetically, and in fact, it is. He got it on a trip to St. Croix last Christmas, and left it at the Owens house last week, which is how it got thrown in with the wash. Antonia would be completely and utterly mortified to know that I'M A VIRGIN is printed across her back in black letters.

Sally calls for a waiter and orders two pizzas—plain, no pepperoni—three orders of stuffed mushrooms, an order of crostini, some garlic bread, and two insalatas.

"Great," Gideon says, since he's starving as usual. "By the way," he tells Antonia, "you don't have to give me the shirt back until tomorrow."

"Gee, thanks." Antonia can't take much more of this. "Like I wanted it in the first place."

She dares to look over her shoulder. Mr. Frye is watching the ceiling fan as though it were the most fascinating thing on earth. Antonia assumes this has to do with some sort of scientific study of speed or light, but in fact it's directly related to the experiences of Ben Frye's youth, when he went out to San Francisco to visit a friend and stayed for nearly ten years, during which time he worked for a rather well-known maker of LSD. Such was his introduction to science. It is also the reason why there are times when he has to slow the world down. That's when he stops and stares, at things like ceiling fans and raindrops on window glass. That's when he wonders what on earth he's been doing with his life.

Now, as he watches the fan spin around, he is thinking about the woman he saw earlier that day, in Sally Owens's backyard. He backed off, the way he always does, but it won't happen a second time. If he ever sees her again he's going to go right up to her and ask her to marry him, that's what he'll do. He's sick of letting fate roll right past him. For years, he's been a lot like this restaurant fan, spi

Ben Frye is considering all this, as well as deciding whether or not to order a cappuccino, since it will mean he'll be up half the night, when Gillian walks through the door. She's wearing Antonia's best white shirt and a pair of old blue jeans and she has the most beautiful smile on her face. Her smile could knock a dove right out of a tree. It could turn a grown man's head so completely he might spill his beer and never even notice that a pool was spreading across the tablecloth and onto the floor.