"I ent agoin back en tonight Seamus." I waited for him to argue, expected him to expound upon the importance of the game he had walked out on. I nestled my head deeper into the cool sand, glancing over to make sure my dearly-departed companion was resting comfortably as well.

I felt Seamus thump down beside me. My eyes didn't leave the swirling wisps skidding across the moon. Seamus' face blurred more in shadow. Course he wouldn't sit where I could see 'im.

"What's it to be Ann?" His soft tone brought the Jameson's flooding back to my eyes, but I didn't cry. They just sorta was waiting there, just waiting for me to answer Seamus' question. It was one he had asked before, one of the reasons I was drinking Jameson's tonight and not my Gin and GingerAle. All his fault it was. Just had to ask, didn he?

For the life of me I couldn't see the man's face. Not for the whiskey. I didn't want ta answer. Didn't last night. But his sigh wouldn't let me not answer.

I leaned way from Seamus, carefully bringing my fairy close to my lips. He, or she, would help. I was drawn to her.

"What d'ya I should tell 'im, little Fairy?" I listened close, holding my breath even though it stung a little. The fairy would tell me.

"Why you talking to dem bird bones Ann? I asked you a question. We've got ourselves in a hitch, and we needs ta sort things out."

"Shut yorn mouth, Seamus. Yo dunno if it id a bird or a fairy. You don!" I looked at my fairy bones. Maybe fairy psychiatry would tell me why it died, since fairy forensics didn work. "Whad ya say, little Fairy?"

I shivered in a stiff breeze. I wasn warm no more, not like Grandmother's wool. Not like the womb. And I still couldn hear nuffin from them bones.

"I guess you don love me." I could barely whisper. "Even after I rescued you and alls."

Seamus got up and started heading away. I heard his steps in the sand.

"Seamus?" I tried to shout. Damn Jameson's making my tongue feel thick, making me shout "Shame" just like I was feeling.

Maybe the bones was right. Maybe quiet is best.