“What's
not real,” Fiona asks.
“The
girls,” Raven scowls in reply.
“They
seemed real enough to me,” Robert says, coming round the back of
the book shelves.
“Robert,”
Fiona gasps, suddenly seized by the urge to run to him, to grab him,
to never let go.
They hold
on tight to each other for what's all too short a time, but the Angel
drops a polite “Ahem,” and they end their embrace.
Fiona
turns towards him. “You were saying,” she asks, “Somebody
powerful?”
“Yes,”
the Angel replies, “Very powerful, and we didn't want him to know
about your husband. If I'd told you he was here, you'd have gone off
half cocked looking for him, and that he would have found out.”
She
considers his answer for a moment. “Okay,” she says, turning
back to Raven and Robert. “Now what's all this about unreal
girls?”
