Wheeling Gull Isle rūs

Ah. Everyone was always looking for Bartholomew. He had a hold on them all, and Blueberry had to admit that he was pretty magnetic.

The questions weren't unexpected, and she resisted an eye roll at the first. Um, I don't pray, she replied, a little awkwardly. I do fish a bit. I'm learning.

She cocked her head. What do you do?

As she stared, the strange deja vu rose up in her once more, and she couldn't help but blurt, You really remind me of my father.