And now we move on to the next year, 12th grade, when I wrote about some teenagers going on a cross-Canada trip – and yes, Calgary is a strange name for a girl. It all made some sort of sense at the time.
Cal’s 18, not particularly pretty, with a slightly mannish face, a hawkish nose, and tragically unmanageable hair. This story was totally unrelated to the previous year’s, and in fact took place in more or less a different world entirely – the first having heavy supernatural tones, and the second being simple realism. Despite this, I always sort of thought of her and Cole as cousins.