I returned to Domremy and sat on the remains of the stone wall near the house of Joan’s parents. My legs covered the plaque designating this as the place where she had first heard those voices. I looked across at the house, surprisingly modern in its design. Her parents had not been poor or simple if the house was anything to go by.
A soft voice brought me back to my mission.
“A penny for your thoughts.” Joan peeked around the tree beside me. I stood up as she walked toward me.
She was wearing a simple page boy’s outfit, all one colour, just as on that first day I had seen her. Again, I thought it was black, but as she moved, I realised it was a rich deep maroon. Her black hair was still cut in a thick page boy bob. Her face glowed and her eyes sparkled. It was the happiest I had seen h
