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Garavy with soft, warm bread ‘It’s possible’

‘But if Madeleine had a heart condition, why keep it secret?’

And what other secretsinto the grave?

‘Maybe the ot lucky,’ said Beauvoir But both h this was a s, luck wasn’t one of them

THIRTY-TWO

Jeanne Chauvet sat with her back to the roo alone Tried to pretend she was mesmerized by the warm and lively fire Tried to pretend she didn’t feel bruised and buffeted by the cold stares of the villagers, almost as violent as the stored In Three Pines

She’d felt ilided down du Moulin a few short days ago, the village bathed in bright sun, the trees covered in chartreuse buds, the people sently to each other Some even bowed to each other as Gamache had just now in a courtly, courteous way that seeical valley

Jeanne Chauvet had seen enough of the world, this and the others, to know a h she’d been swiht she’d lain in bed in the B & B, snuggled into the crisp clean linen, and been sung to sleep by the frogs in the pond Years of tired started to slip away Not exhaustion, but a weariness as though her very bones had been fossilized, turned to stone, and were dragging her to the weedy bottoht in bed she knew Three Pines had saved her Froh the mail she’d dared to hope

But then she’d seen Madeleine that Friday night at the séance and her island had sunk, like Atlantis She was once again in over her head

She took a sip of Olivier’s strong, rich coffee, made a warers, so friendly when she’d first arrived, hadn’t the She could al toward her, with torches in the hands and terror in their eyes

All because of Madeleine Soed All Jeanne had ever wanted was to belong, and all Madeleine had ever done was take that from her