"Avoiding him isn't a bad idea, love. At least until after Mab's assured you that he's not responsible."
"You think she could tell?" I say, thoughtful. "Was guessing I'd turn more to Hermia or Syl."
"No, love. I've heard nothing about wishes. What did you hear?"
...well, then. "Town had its wishes granted," I say, "fortnight back or so; lasted three days. Tess'd left Kate sometime in the winter, Valmont was maybe a dozen years younger and his sister ran the Whitechapel, Lucien thinks he may've gotten coffee..." I shrug and there is no gracious way to say it, is there? "My child was a stillbirth," blunt and plain. "And three days later, all was as it was again."
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Date: 2011-12-29 02:03 pm (UTC)"You think she could tell?" I say, thoughtful. "Was guessing I'd turn more to Hermia or Syl."
"No, love. I've heard nothing about wishes. What did you hear?"
...well, then. "Town had its wishes granted," I say, "fortnight back or so; lasted three days. Tess'd left Kate sometime in the winter, Valmont was maybe a dozen years younger and his sister ran the Whitechapel, Lucien thinks he may've gotten coffee..." I shrug and there is no gracious way to say it, is there? "My child was a stillbirth," blunt and plain. "And three days later, all was as it was again."