Emile shrugged again, but it was thoughtful rather than melancholy. “I haven’t been terribly religious in quite some time. Given the name of the town…is there anything to do?”
“Oh,” Nyra giggled, “there’s a few things going on. Lots of people like to put up holiday lights, and there’s a winter carnival that gets going tonight after dark to go with it. I’m not really big on it myself, ironically, but I wouldn’t mind taking a look at the shiny stuff or going to the skating pond.”
“Is that why the driver knew you would be open last night?”
“What, Mike?” Nyra shrugged. “I suppose. Not anywhere else to go, after all…”
Emile gave her another one of those looks, and Nyra tried to pretend she didn’t know what it could mean. “I am glad you were there to help me, but that seems a bit of a shame.
