Chapter 8
Sinda and Kyer looked at me as if I’d gone crazy, but Old Faye simply chuckled and fingered the collar of her shirt. “It was a long time ago,” she said, almost wistful. “Before you were even born, boy.”
Did she miss the Colony? Could she?
Sinda whirled on Old Faye, anger creeping into her face. “You never told me you were from the island!”
“You never asked,” Old Faye pointed out. “By the time you came around, I’d already put it behind me.”
“How’d you know?” Kyer asked me. Before I could answer, he turned to the Elder. “And why’d you leave?”
“I expect he saw my shirt.” Old Faye turned to me and I nodded. Even though I didn’t think she could see, she grinned toothlessly. “I knew it. I might’ve put the whole lot behind me, but the clothes sure do fit nice. Good quality, made t
