Chapter Thirty
ProserpinaPresent Day
After Saint and Auden go into the trees, Rebecca crowns Delphine, Becket and herself with circlets of summer flowers, just as we crowned the Virgin this morning. I keep my crown from the village, even though it looks different, more red and green than the pink and blue and white of Rebecca’s crowns, but I like it. I like that a few thorns still linger deep within the soft petals, adding a dash of wildness and bite to the beauty.
“I don’t feel like Mary would approve,” Delphine murmurs as we take our lanterns in hand in order to make the circle—two each, since we plan on making a bigger circle this time.
“Do you really think St. Brigid would have approved last time?” I tease.
Delphine rolls her eyes. “Well, I don’t know St. Brigid. I do know Mar
