Chapter 15
“How can you tell this came from a woman?” Father Hall said.
He didn’t seem as upset and confused as McDuff was feeling. The priest only seemed curious. Jean Marchér took her glasses off and polished them with the front of her shirt.
“Women’s magic is different than men’s,” she said as she resettled them on her nose. “Even in these so-called enlightened times, most women must be subtle. They must suggest. Give ideas. Use a gentle push, not a solid blow.”
“I wouldn’t say dragging a poor girl through all this nightmare is exactly subtle,” McDuff said, clenching his fists on his thighs. To hell with keeping secrets. “She tried to kill herself when she found out she was pregnant by the man who had this damn thing. Or else he tried to kill her. She’s been poisoned nearly to death
