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CONVERSATIONS

"So you here ta take her back home, non?" Remy asked the woman before him.

"If that's what she wishes. She needs to finish school, at least." Remy sighed as he sat in a chair across from her.

"Might just be for da best. Not like Remy can do anythin' for her now."

"You don't know that."

"Oui, Remy do. Suppose ta get married here dis week." He looked up at Irene noticing that she was not surprised.

"You knew?"

"Yes."

"Mon pere tell you?"

"No. Just know everything will work out for the best." Then Irene stood up and walked out of the kitchen and headed towards Anna's room.

She entered the room slowly and quietly. Then she turned to the other woman in the room, who was sitting in a dark corner.

"I take it everything is ready?" she whispered.

"Yes Irene. Thank you. I don't know what I would do without you."

"Will you ever tell her the truth?"

"Have to, but not today." Irene nodded calmly.

"The boy is worried."

"He's Jean-Luc's. He can take care of it." then the woman walked out of the room, leaving Irene to watch over Anna.

Jean-Luc was downstairs, not quite sure of how to approach Remy, who was still in the kitchen.

"Never seen you look quite so concerned." Jean-Luc turned around to see a face that he had become familiar with.

"Oui, but I could say the same to you Raven. How she be?"

"Sleeping. He is your son, adopted or not. Tell him whatever you please, just make sure that the plan follows through." Then the two went their separate ways, Jean-Luc towards the kitchen and Raven towards the front door.

"Remy." Remy looked up to see his father standing in the doorway.

"Look, I know dat dis all be hard right now-"

"S'il vous plait. Just save it. Remy knows da song and dance. Den you don't even tell me 'bout Irene bein' here for Anna."

"It's not like dat."

"Den what's it like? You tryin' ta save Remy from somethin' 'gain? Maybe from havin' a heart?"

"Remy-" Jean-Luc called out, but it was too late, Remy had taken off out the back door.

When Anna woke up, it had been a few hours later. Remy was a few feet from her bed staring at her. She smiled gently at him, but he seemed so unhappy. So she sat up slowly.

"What's the mattah sug?"

"Irene's here." he told her plainly.

"She, she wants ta take ya home, but she say only if dat what you want."

"Will you come?" Remy just looked away.

"Then Ah want ta stay here."

"It might be for da best if you-"

"Don't even say that ta meh Remy. Look at all Ah've done for ya." He finally turns back and looks at her.

"Dat's da point. Don't need ya hurt no more 'cause of me."

"Rem-"

"Dey say da only way for Remy not ta have ta marry Belladonna is if dere be another assassin higher den her dat wanna go for it. Belle be da only one in New Orleans chere. Either way, it not you." Anna could feel her tears beckoning to be released.

"So ya just wanna send meh away? Just lahke that! Ah thought Ah meant more then that!" She stood up and left the room slamming the door behind her. Once she did, she couldn't help the flow of tears rolling down her cheeks. As she walked down the hall, she saw her.

"Anna, are you ok?"

"Ah'm fahne Irene."