Chapter 12: They Talk

He’d spent his life protecting fairies and he probably knew every way to get out of a situation. He could even talk his way out of a fight. But not with a goblin and the females were even fiercer than the males. A short guy with whatever beer courage was wouldn’t be hard to take down.

“Aye.”

The waitress came back with their beers. Meg touched her glass to his. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

He sipped and immediately liked the dark brew in his hand. It did speak to him of his homeland. Something about the richness of it made him think of the richness of the culture of Ireland.

“Not as good as home, I bet,” Meg said.

“It’ll do.”

“Have you been in America long?”

“No. Only a few weeks,” he said. “Are you from Philadelphia originally?”

“Sort of. I was born in Ireland, but was adopted as a baby by an American couple.”

“Are your parents still alive?”

A darkness crossed her face and Donal wished he hadn’t said anything.

“No, they died in a car crash a few years ago.”