Maisie
I woke up slowly the next morning, my mind went to yesterday. I knew Ky showed up. But I’m fuzzy on the rest. , my eyes heavy but I heard a voice. A voice so full of Ireland I thought it was Mama, but no, it didn’t smell like her. Hanna, was it Hanna? I slowly opened my eyes and listened. I could see Hanna pacing back and forth. She was walking so fast I could see faint tendrils of black smoke. Hanna’s thick new Irish brogue was actually music to my ears as listened. “da, i know. she’s fine da. she kecked ass. aye da, i swear she’s fine. aye, mahre dan a dahzen men. aye casimir and gavriil are dead. nay, da, she doesn’t remember, dey foehcked ‘er mend da. no, i dahn’t know da, you dedn’t want me to tell ‘er. no da, I’m naht takin ‘er ‘ahme. da, i ‘ave a mate. da, it’s naht me faoeh
