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Through his conversation with his sister, he’d learned the redhead’s name: Mireille. When Erzulie spoke it now, his ear flicked and something flashed in his eyes. “…de insult of being ano’ter man…” He could’ve taken offense at this but it didn’t really occur to him. Maybe Mireille hated men by default, though if she gave him a chance, he knew he could be an exception.

He said nothing about this, letting his grandmother guide the conversation. Erzulie asked him about his travels and he nodded, opening his mouth to explain how he’d been traveling everywhere and only recently stopped at the coast. But then she brought up his father and Caracal’s mouth closed, jaw clenching.

No, I haven’t seen him in a long time, he said, which was the truth. He reminded himself that this was Reyes’s mother, so he tactfully avoided further detail. But I have been traveling. I’ve been to a whole bunch of places, though I’ve been hanging out here on the coast lately. Do you know of, uh, Wheeling Gull Isle? It’s that-a-way. I’m kinda living there, with my friend, Heda. I might, Caracal said, pausing, even stay there.