the shade. After we ate, we headed down the hill toward the picturesque town of Les Andelys where Rémy let Mina and me shop to our heart’s content along the Promenade des Pres and admire the half-timbered houses on the Rue de Remparts. I took lots of photos of everything, but for some reason I especially fell in love with the Church of St. Saviour, with its flying buttresses and tall spire. Maybe I loved it because it was a cool, calm respite in the midst of a stressful period in my life. I could have stayed all day. I wandered around looking at the dozens of beautiful statues staged throughout the sanctuary until Rémy and Mina dragged me away, claiming they were dying of thirst. We had cake and cidre (Rémy had a beer) at the Fort de Thé, a lovely teashop we spotted in town.
“Mina, you mentioned you don’t have family or friends to return to in Ireland. What did you mean?” I was curious about this quiet addition to our group and she had been frustratingly tight-lipped about any personal details. “Is it a deep, dark secret or something?”
She smiled softly. “No, of course not. It’s simply not very interesting. My parents died three years ago, as I was finishing secondary school. I didn’t have any relatives to rely on so I had to quit school and get a job. I found work in a small dress shop in Galway, which is where Fionnuala found me. When I accidentally touched her hand she sensed my power and, well, here I am, I guess.” She shrugged and picked up her glass of cidre, but found it empty and set it back on the table awkwardly. Rémy motioned the waiter to bring another round.
“So, are you really okay about coming with us to the U.S.? What about your friends? You don’t have anyone special back home?” I found it hard to believe that someone so beautiful didn’t have a guy in her life.
She shrugged again. “I work a lot. I don’t have much time for friends. What little free time I have I like to spend in my apartment with my cat.” She bit her lip as she said the last part and I got a horrible feeling.
“Mina, what happened to your cat?”
“I gave her away,” she whispered miserably. “I didn’t know when or even if I would be going back.”
“God, Mina, that’s awful!” I clasped her hand and squeezed. I would never give Wicky away for stupid Seer crap! A girl’s bond with her cat should be sacred! Rémy rolled his eyes as he read my thoughts, but when the waiter delivered the new round of drinks he put the beer in front of Mina, taking the cidre for himself, obviously feeling she needed something stronger. “What are you going to do in the U.S.? I mean, are you going to work? Or do you want to go to school? Where are you going to live?”
“I don’t know.” She shook her head. “Fionnuala said not to worry, that we would work it all out, but I can’t help it. I guess I will need to find a job, but—”
“But what? What do you really want to do?” I pressed.
She shrugged yet again, as if her desires were not important. “I excelled at computers in school. At the dress shop, I created a website—a simple one, for sure—but I liked it. I had thought maybe I would try to get some computer training. I managed to get my Leaving Cert last year so I thought maybe—”
At my confused look Rémy spoke up. “A Leaving Certificate is similar to a high school diploma or a G.E.D. Mina, I’m sure we can make that happen if that’s what you would like. There should be something beneficial in all this for you.” He forced her to meet his eyes and they stared at each other for a long moment. I started to feel like a third wheel when they finally looked away and Rémy signaled for the check.
We ended our perfect afternoon with a dusk walk along the Seine before heading back to Rouen.
CHAPTER THREE
“ All three of them are desperate.
Their great guilt,
Like poison given to work a great time after,
Now ’gins to bite their spirits. I