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‘But Mad hadn’t,’ said Jeanne

Gamache turned the yearbook round and showed theht they saw a young woe smile on her pretty face

‘This was alo But for all the make-up and smiles they still called you Joan of Arc, and talked about burning’

Jeanne’s eyes flicked to the door then back again

‘I knew Madeleine froht about the sun, you know She was all that and enuinely nice and thatteased and tor different all I wanted was to fit in I wore make-up, did my hair, learned to talk nonsense, and finallysquad I wanted to be her friend, but she was oblivious Not cruel, really, but dismissive’

‘You hated her?’ asked Clara

‘You’ve probably always been popular,’ snapped Jeanne ‘Pretty, talented, lively’ Clara heard the words but didn’t recognize herself in thes I just wanted a friend One single friend Do you have any idea how horrible it is to be on the outside, all the time? And finally I irls were And do you kno I did it?’

Jeanne was al I was I made myself silly and superficial There’s a reason they call it "make-up" I literally s I cared about inside and turned ht’ve been irl’

‘Madeleine,’ said Gamache

‘And she was perfect The worstI cared about, for nothing’

‘So you changed your naain’

‘No, I finally acceptedmy name to Chauvet was a celebration, a declaration For once I wasn’t hiding who I am’

‘She’s a witch,’ whispered Gabri to Myrna ‘We know, mon beau So aed I felt a stranger everywhere Until I came here As soon as I drove down that road into Three Pines I knew I’d found home’

‘But you also found Madeleine,’ said Gamache

Jeanne nodded ‘At the séance that Friday night And I knew she’d steal reedy, but because I’d hand it to her I could feel it I’d foundwas finding a friend And as soon as I saw Mad I knew I’d do it all over again Try to be her friend, and be rebuffed’

‘But why kill her?’ asked Clara