Chapter Ten
“We could have gone to St. Cloud or Kissimmee,” Aoife said, almost sulking, it seemed, as they slid into chairs around a table at Everglades. “We don’t always have to come here, do we?”
He shrugged as Tennessee Ernie Ford sang Sixteen Tons from the jukebox. “No, I suppose not. It’s just that this is more of a paranormal bar, and we don’t have to be so cautious with what we say.”
She glanced over at him, and he could tell she didn’t buy what he said. “You mean it’s closer to the cabin and the kids.” She sighed. “Lir, they’re perfectly capable of being on their own for a couple of hours. Parents do it all the time.”
“I’m sure they do, but until I know what made the twins shift, I don’t feel good about going too far away.”
“And yet, you go to work every day. Aren’t they alone
