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Chapter 18
He’slyinginanunmarkedgravesomewhere!Ican’tgetavisaforGreece,noonewantstohelp,it’schaos.Whatarewegoingtodo,Mum?"
"MeetmeinRome,Justine,"saidMeggie.
EveryonesaveAnneMuellerwastherearoundthephone,stillinshock.Themenseemedtohaveagedtwentyyearsinthreedays,andFee,shrunkenbirdlike,whiteandcrabbed,driftedaboutthehousesayingoverandover,"Whycouldn’tithavebeenme?Whydidtheyhavetotakehim?I’msoold,soold!Iwouldn’thavemindedgoing,whydidithavetobehim?Whycouldn’tithavebeenme?I’msoold!"Annehadcollapsed,andMrs.Smith,MinnieandCatwalked,slepttears.
Meggiestaredatthemsilentlyassheputthephonedown.ThiswasDrogheda,allthatwasleft.Alittleclusterofoldmenandoldwomen,sterileandbroken.
"Dane’slost,"shesaid."Noonecanfindhim;he’sbeenburiedsomewhereonCrete.It’ssofaraway!HowcouldherestsofarfromDrogheda?I’mgoingtoRome,toRalphdeBricassart.Ifanyonecanhelpus,hecan."
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CardinaldeBricassart’ssecretaryenteredhisroom.
"YourEminence,I’msorrytodisturbyou,butaladywishestoseeyou.Iexplainedthatthereisacongress,thatyouareverybusyandcannotseeanyone,butshesaysshewillsitinthevestibuleuntilyouhavetimeforher."
"Issheintrouble,Father?"
"Greattrouble,YourEminence,thatmuchiseasytosee.ShesaidIwastotellyouhernameisMeggieO’Neill."
