Having hidden the book, I went back to see all the girls catching up with Jean. Every year Blackburrow had two big festivals: you had the Harvest Festival in the fall that took place in October and combined the traditions of the German Oktoberfest and Halloween all in one, and you had the Irish Festival that lasted the entire week of St. Patty's day. They had all been up here before for both; hell, Claire sang and danced during the Irish Festival most years.
I headed outside to make sure everything was set for the burial tomorrow. I'd dug the hole the day before and covered it. Jean had purchased the grave marker. She’d asked if there was anything special that should be on it. At first I couldn't think of anything, but then asked that the stone have the coat of arms for the Green Berets p
