Shadowmagic - Sons of Macha by Lenahan John

Author:Lenahan, John [Lenahan, John]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2013-02-06T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Connemara Maeve

Igot a room in Mrs McDunna’s Bed and Breakfast. It was not as cheap as I would have liked, but then again, I didn’t have any money so she wasn’t going to get paid anyway. I spent my first night hidden in my room in case the cops figured out that I was the third member of the international crime syndicate they were arresting.

Mrs McDunna’s Irish breakfast was gorgeous. Since the next prospect I had of eating again was this time the next day, I ate an entire loaf of her home-made soda bread. It was lovely but sat in my stomach like a rock. She asked me what I was going to do that day. I panicked and said I was going to buy a pony. So half an hour later I left to pretend to buy one.

The town was nice, but it only took an hour to see every nook and cranny of it. I cased out the police/vet office. There was a door in the back. I snuck up and tried it but it was locked. I knew I should have taken classes in burglary when I was growing up.

By late afternoon I was starving. As I was passing a tea shop with a couple of tables outside, I saw an old lady get up to leave. I quickly dropped into her empty chair and ate the sandwich crusts she had left behind. I checked the tea pot and poured a lukewarm half cup of black tea into her old cup and washed down my salvaged scraps.

‘You seem to have gotten younger since sitting here.’

I looked up and a pretty young waitress was staring at me with her arms crossed.

‘And I changed sex as well.’ I put down my cup. ‘This is really amazing tea.’

She was trying to be stern but that got her. She laughed and uncrossed her arms. ‘So what’s your story?’

‘I lost my wallet,’ I said. ‘I’m waiting for money from my bank but they seem to be sending it via camel train.’

‘So you’ve no money?’

‘Not until tomorrow at the earliest,’ I lied.

‘Well, we’re closing up here.’

‘Oh, of course,’ I said, standing.

She sighed and shook her head. ‘Sit,’ she said, taking away the old woman’s plates. ‘I’ll bring you a proper cup of tea.’

She did, as well as some scones that stopped me from wanting to eat my shoes.

I waited for her as she locked the front door. ‘Thanks for that,’ I said.

‘Don’t mention it. I’ve always been a soft touch for vagabonds.’

‘Well, on behalf of vagabonds and deadbeats everywhere, I salute you.’

She stood stock still and then just stared at me. Her scrutiny was intense. I felt like I was being scanned by a tree. ‘What is your name?’

‘Conor.’

‘What aren’t you telling me, Conor?’

That question made the scones do a little flip in my tummy. ‘I haven’t really told you anything.’

‘No,’ she said elongating the o like she was figuring something out. ‘You haven’t, have you? I think you should take me to dinner.

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