Donal's still-cursed brothers continued to perch on a shelf above a church outside of Leenane, County Galway. Meg and Donal had been by to see them days before and they couldn't be happier for their brother.
But.
They were still made of stone. Sean lamented it every day. Seeing Donal in human form had just reminded him of their fates. It hurt a little, but he recognized that his brother was in love and nothing bad was going to happen to him.
That didn't mean the two remaining brothers would have such luck. At least they'd been granted the gift of being able to talk to each other telepathically.
“I can feel your thoughts over here," Declan said.
They looked out onto the Atlantic Ocean and the Wild Atlantic Way. Buses and cars passed, but no one stopped. Sheep ate the grass that grew
