Sharp and Dangerous Virtues. Martha Moody

broken only by a sprinkling of freckles on her nose. Born in Washington State, she’d said, although her mother was originally from Ireland. “I met my husband at Lindisfarne,” Allyssa said.

      “He’s one of the six?”

      “No. He lives in Paris.”

      “France?” Allyssa flashed a rare smile, and Lila shook her head in surprise. Almost impossible to imagine a man in Paris married to a woman living here. Outside, the crickets had started. “Is he French?”

      “American,” Allyssa said. “He visits every couple of months.”

      “Do you have children?”

      A tiny wince, then Allyssa waved her hand toward the window. “This is a magical place. How could a child compete?”