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mireille shrugged, a careless and charming gesture. "sobo be leadership wid chacal an' i. he is settled like he was not before." her teeth glowed. "an' he is not domestic."
the idea of sobo with heda was vaguely uncomfortable, simply because he was her brother and heda her friend. but it would keep them close, his children in sweetharbor.
"dis year, chacal chose a man from redtail rise," she said quietly. "she be knowin' him, an' he be knowin' his children." they did not live together but it mattered not.
mireille watched her companion. "or you can run away wid me when de time comes. we pick de same man, we come back home, an' den our little ones be siblings, oui?" the idea was preposterous, not for her, but for heda, who still grieved bartholomew in the depths of her eyes.