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he quickly cut off her protest.
    “Don’t start it like that Faith. I can
tell something spooked you. Was it this girl, like Liam
said?”
    “Maybe,” she conceded. “There was
something about this girl Mac. Just something not right about how
she reacted and the way she looked. Liam could see it
too.”
    “Did she hurt you? Touch you in some
way?”
    “No, no, nothing like that,” she
assured him. “It’s not that she was physically violent or anything,
but she did seem really upset when we hit her.”
    “Well maybe she was worried about her
car, or her insurance or her parents or something?”
    “Of course there’s that. All those
things are concerning to anyone, but it wasn’t just the accident.
It seemed like something else was underneath it all. She was scared
when I suggested that her parents might want to talk to me. And she
lied about her name Mac. I know she did. It was just weird all the
way around.”
    “And her eyes mom,” Liam called from
where he was fanning the fire in the living room. “Don’t forget how
creepy her eyes looked. And she told you to fuck off!”
    Faith rolled her eyes. So much for
sending Liam out of the room to take him out of the conversation.
Mac smiled up at her. Boys would be boys. Trust his son to add some
unintentional humor to the situation. Maybe he wasn’t as different
from Mac as he seemed.
    “Language Liam!” Faith called to
him.
    “Mom!” He protested, “I was just
repeating what she said to you! Dad should know how rude she
was.”
    “Okay thanks hon, I’ve got this
alright.” She said, “Why don’t you go back to your room and keep
working on your homework. We’ve got about 30 minutes before
dinner.”
    “Whatever,” she heard him say as he
shuffled back down the hall toward his room. Typical teenage
behavior. She was glad he didn’t seem to be feeling too hurt or
guilty over what had happened.
    “Anyway,” she continued when she heard
his door slam shut with a bang. “He’s right. She did swear at me.
Took me by surprise I can tell you that. The girl is a little older
than Liam, imagine how surprised I was to hear that from a kid her
age. From anyone really, but especially not from this little slip
of a thing.”
    She gave his shoulders a final rub and
kissed the top of his head before walking back into the kitchen to
pour herself a glass of wine to sip as she finished cooking their
dinner.
    “Another beer?” She called as she
pulled the bottle of wine out of the fridge where it was
chilling.
    “No changing the subject,” Mac called
back. “What else did this girl say to you?”
    Faith was thoughtfully silent as she
filled her glass and replaced the bottle in the fridge.
    “It’s not so much what she said or did
as the way she was. The energy around her. I know that sounds
silly.”
    “No it doesn’t darlin’, I think you
can tell a lot about someone by their auras. The vibe they give
off.” Mac told her as he got up to grab another beer out of the
fridge.
    She punched his arm playfully with a
tiny fist. “Now you’re just making fun of me.”
    “No, truly, I understand what you’re
on about. There’s a saying in Ireland: For Whom Ill is Fated, Him
It Will Strike.”
    She just looked at him nonplussed. Mac
always had an Irish saying for everything. Either it was from his
mom or his pappy or just a general Irish piece of wisdom. He always
had a saying that he felt fit an occasion perfectly, but it was
rare for anyone else to understand what they meant or how they fit
the situation. This was no different.
    “What on gods green earth does that
mean Mac Byrne?” Faith teased him as she sipped her wine and
plunged her hands back into the breading she was using to coat the
cod fillets.
    “It means, darlin’, that some people
just walk around with a dark cloud over them and generally that
dark cloud is hanging around because it’s getting ready to strike.
Best to give those people a wide berth, in my
experience.”
    Faith