"It's time these saw the light of day again," she said, looking down into the contents. She seemed lost in whatever it was she was looking at; then she waved me over and pushed the box toward me.

"These are for you," she said.

Inside, there was a bundle of purple cloth. I had scried this! A box, something purple! Eagerly I opened the bundle. As I dipped my hands into the folds I got a sharp spark of electricity and drew my hand back. Evelyn nodded for me to continue, so I reached in again. My hand hit something smooth and flat. I pulled it out. It was a ceramic plate, handmade—very seventies, crafty looking, with a pentagram thickly drawn into the surface. I reached in again and produced a chalice, silver, with a stem made of figures of the moon and stars. A chunk of quartz wrapped in yellow silk. A bolline—the white-handled work knife used to prepare herbs and other magickal elements. Many of these items sat in the small cauldron, which I had to pull out with both hands.

These were my mother's things. They warmed my hands as I touched them.

I looked up at Evelyn, unable to speak.

"There's something else," she said, nodding for me to reach in once again. At the bottom of the bundle there was a pale green linen robe, finely embroidered with runes.

"She made this by hand," said Evelyn, running her fingers over the embroidery. "Every stitch is sacred."

I picked it up, but it was surprisingly heavy. Something was wrapped inside. As I unfolded it, I saw a glint of metal. I drew in my breath in surprise.

"Does it look familiar?" Evelyn said, watching me with glistening eyes.

It was an athame with a bright silver handle. It was cast in the shape of a mermaid—a steel gray mermaid.

I ran my hand over the sculpted handle, tears welling up behind my eyes. The mermaid—this was what had been calling me here, and now I had it. The athame was beautiful, and it was my mother's. I imagined her holding it in her hand, wearing the light green robe as she worked some beautiful magick. Before the storm. Before everything changed for her. I looked back at Evelyn as a few tears began to slip down my face. "I can't believe it," I whispered.

"The Goddess often speaks to us in our dreams," she said.

Evelyn instructed me to remove all of my clothing, even my underwear, before putting on the robe. I thought this would make me very cold, especially with those seaside breezes blowing all over the place, but I was comfortable in the fine linen. The fit was perfect—my mother and I must have been the exact same height. Standing there in my robe and holding the athame, my bare feet on the cool nighttime grass, I felt so witchy… and so natural.

The house had a large backyard, which I hadn't seen before. It was surrounded on all sides by trees, so we were in a safe little grotto for the circle. White lights had been strung around, making the scene romantic. The large cauldron contained a sweet smelling fire, laced with herbs and fragrant wood. I took my place in the opening of the group, besides Sam, who looked quite dashing in his crimson silk robe. Charlie stood just opposite me, looking amazing in a pale yellow robe. He nodded slightly but approvingly in my direction.

Evelyn stepped forward and presented the four elements—the candle, the incense, the bowl of water, and the dish of sea salt.

"Alisa," she said, "if you would please bring out your athame, I would like you to cast the circle."

She held out a bowl of water and indicated that I should dip my athame in it. When I had done so, she placed the elements in their respective quarters and nodded for me to begin.

I'd never actually done this before, so I was a bit nervous. You're supposed to try make the circle as perfectly round as possible. Using my right hand, I held the athame out in front of me. Walking deasil around the group, I concentrated on feeling its power, and I visualized the wall of energy that I was drawing. Automatically I started to speak, not really knowing where I had found the invocation. I supposed maybe I'd read it somewhere, but it came out of me naturally, as if I was saying my own name: "I conjure you, circle, to be a protected space, boring down through the earth and rising into the sky. I cast out from you all that is impure. Within your protective embrace, may we honor the Goddess and God."

Evelyn smiled, and I took my place. I saw quite a number of surprised glances Ping-Ponging between Evelyn and me. The circle was very peaceful—no busted pipes, no floods. When it was over, everyone headed for a table that had been set up next to the house. There were cookies, brownies, and little bowls of milk and rosewater pudding decorated with rose petals. Someone switched on some Celtic music. I stayed with Sam most of the time, chatting with Kate—but I was really scanning the yard for Charlie. He vanished into thin air the moment the circle was over.

When I was alone for a minute by the table, Brigid approached me, reaching past me for an oatcake. I felt a chilly, brittle energy coming from her.

"Hi," I said. "This circle—it was great. It was beautiful."

She picked through all of the cakes very deliberately before choosing one. At last she looked up at me. "You saved Charlie last night. Thank you."

I opened my mouth to respond but quickly realized that I had no idea what to say. I didn't feel like I should be accepting things for something like that. Finally I just nodded.

"I'm not happy about what's happened," she said, real sadness tearing at her voice, "but what you did was good."

Having said her piece, she walked off. I saw her go into the house.

"What happened?" I said out loud to no one in particular. I desperately wanted to find Charlie and ask, but his dad came up to me at that very moment.

"I've checked my schedule," he said. "I didn't have a few full days."

I had no idea what he was talking about. "I'm sorry?" I said.

"You asked me if I had a few days to listen to your story," he explained. "I do, but not until June. Maybe we could speak on the phone instead. I'd like very much like to hear all about your experiences. Charlie's told me some, and I am absolutely fascinated."

"Oh," I laughed. "Right. Sure."

"Wonderful," he said, taking a dish of pudding. "Does Charlie have your phone number?"

"I'll give it to him," I replied. "Have you seen him?"

"Oh, yes," he said, peering around the yard. "He's on one of the benches in the back."

Far in the back of the yard, there was a small clump of four tall shrubs. In the middle of these was a tiny white stone bench, and on this bench was Charlie. As usual, my stomach twisted around completely.

"You found me," he said, sounding kind of pleased.

"I'm supposed to give you my phone number," I said, joining him on the bench.

"Oh yeah?" he said, arching his brows.

"Your dad wants it."

"My dad's been asking for your number?" He laughed, "Is there something going on I should know about?"

I felt myself blushing. "Um, listen, I'm sorry about yesterday," I said, "I didn't mean…"

"No." He shook his head quickly. "No! Don't apologize." He looked around and then checked his watch. "Let me explain, but not here. Can I give you a ride back to Sam's? Things are wrapping up here anyway."

My ride arrangements where fine with Sam, so I went back inside to change into my clothes, and carefully folded the robe and put it in with my mother's tools. Evelyn gave me a warm hug and another kiss on the forehead as I left.

"We have a lot of work to do," she said to me quietly. "We need to put those tools back to good use."

"Thank you…," I said, not even sure how to express my gratitude.

"Call me Grandmother," she said with a smile. "That is my name. Or Grandmom. Gran. Whatever you like."

I'd only ever had one grandmother, and she was from Buenos Aires. I called her Lita Soto.