“I’m not sure.”
“Go head first. Do a dive-roll, like we used to when we were little.” He took her by the shoulders. “Can you do it?”
Eileen looked at the fire again. She was pale, and Thomas could feel her trembling through the cloak. She bit her lip, and for a moment he was certain she would refuse.
She didn’t. “Yes. Yes I can.”
Thomas felt a wild grin break over his face. “Right.” He turned to the fire, holding her hand. “Run beside me. On three.”
“Eileen!” Sister Brigit’s face was red. “You will not jump with a boy!”
Eileen looked at the nun, then back at Thomas. From beneath the fear in her face a small, wicked smile rose to her lips. She let go of Thomas’s hand, swirled her cloak off her shoulders and threw it into Sister Brigit’s arms. Sister Brigit’s jaw dropped and the crowd’
