Lost Creek Hollow The moonlight's a path we can travel down

”of course,” mona agreed, reluctantly pulling away from the pale man. she cast an eye over ashlar, who had found no frog but a very large slug, which he was exploring with the intent fascination of the young.
”i met a woman named finley that way,” she murmured. ”a good friend of my father’s, when he was alive.” still perturbed by the entire situation, wondering if seeing his family would persuade gannet to stay, mona fought for control over her nerves. 
”if you ... ever wanted to stay there longer, we could come visit, you know,” the cardinal offered, wanting the man to understand she expected nothing of him beyond that which he had already offered.