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while?” Faith shook her head; her long brown hair whipping around her angry face.
    Liz reached out and patted her shoulder. “Sorry.”
    Standing up in a huff, Faith threw her hand away. “That’s what you always say,” she grumbled, as she marched through the door of the small cabin.
    Liz sat on the warm grass, willing the darkness to fade. The memory of what happened during her blackout felt like it was hidden right inside her head, but she just couldn’t reach it. How annoying. But the wave of peace that washed over her now was truly extraordinary.
    She reveled in the waning warmth of the sun as it slowly retreated across the hillside. The heady scent of fresh lavender that filled her nostrils was rejuvenating, and she tried to stand.
    After the fog in her brain began to clear, Liz looked down at her dripping clothes. She sighed. Talk about a mess. Her gray peasant dress was already too large for her small size, and now it felt like a huge, wet blanket. Her white apron was covered with grass stains and her dark red curls hung damp and heavy down her back. As she stood there for a minute the dizziness finally disappeared, and she walked through the open door.
    When she crossed over the threshold, the surroundings of the cabin caused a strange shot of panic to hit her between her stark, black eyes. It almost felt as if the place that she’d lived in her whole life was suddenly a brand new sight to behold. Her brain went into overdrive, as if she’d just woken up from a long, drawn-out coma.
    The bar was to her left; the dark wood carved with all the drawings that were special to the Irish people. The saints and sinners of the old religion were represented with well-known fairies and sprites dancing all around them. Liz vaguely remembered her friends coming in and helping her put together this beautiful work of art. It’d become known as the ‘altar’ of the town, where the men could come and tell their stories. At the moment, Faith was standing behind it, stacking mugs in neat little rows as she readied the place for the evening ahead.
    A strange feeling weighed heavily on Liz’s soul. It was as if she’d just walked into this place for the very first time, yet somehow she knew every crack and crevice of the cabin.
    She looked over her shoulder into a small kitchen. Glazed bowls sat on the counter, and a line of well-used pots and pans hung from hooks in the ceiling. They looked like a metallic rainbow of copper, brass, and iron. As they moved together in the breeze coming from the open door, their soft chimes rang throughout the room. Liz inhaled the mouth-watering aromas of freshly baked bread and vegetable stew, just waiting to feed the hungry crowd that was about to arrive.
    Directly in front of her was the fireplace; the logs were already burning and the flames jumped around inside the grate like happy leprechauns. A weathered rocking chair sat off to the side, waiting for her to sit down. Staring at the comfortable chair, Liz felt the familiar scene invade her mind, and she finally began to relax.
    Faith moved silently around Liz and began taking the chairs off the tabletops. Her mouth was still set in a frown as she concentrated on her work.
    “What day is it?” Liz asked.
    “You’ve got to be kidding,” Faith mumbled. “What’s wrong with you? It’s Friday and everyone will be here soon.” She turned to Liz. “Go up to the loft and pull yourself together,” she ordered. “You’re as white as a vampire. You don’t want to scare everyone again, do you?”
    Liz shook her head and walked over to the ladder. When her trembling legs reached the top, she saw two worn beds covered with quilts that she somehow knew her mother had made. She sat down fast and put her head on the pillow, as sudden memories exploded in her mind.
    She’d been ten-years-old when she’d stood in the closet and listened to the screaming. Her mother’s cries and the sound of her father’s heavy footsteps as he paced the