‘I hope that’s not the beginning of it,’ she said.
‘The beginning of what?’ I asked.
‘The beginning of my ferocious dream.’ Pushing aside the blankets she stood up, dusted her coat and put her hand in mine. ‘The Sainte Vierge is anxious about all of us,’ she said. ‘She told me Gran’mie wanted Maman to die. In the dream I wanted her to die too. So did you. We were all guilty. It was very wicked. Isn’t there something you can do to prevent it coming true?’
The suspense and slow reveal work really well in this one. I really want to know how all the different issues resolve...