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from America?" Gisele asked. "You must know the little sure shot, Miss Oakley, non ?" Gisele was watching Tara with wide, curious eyes. She seemed fascinated by Tara's reaction to the city around her.
"No, I don't." Tara wanted to laugh at Gisele's simplicity, but didn't dare. She couldn't know Annie Oakley personally. How could she when they lived in different centuries, not just different regions of the country. "America is much larger than Western Europe, if you can imagine it. I came from the Midwest, from Wisconsin. Just trees, bears and deer there. And loggers. The logger barons make their fortune from lumber."
Gisele seemed disappointed. "Is your papa a logger baron?"
"No." Rich he wasn't, but Dan was resourceful. Tara didn't have the heart to confide in her new friend that Dan wasn't her father, he'd just been playing that role due to complications in their past time travel expedition in Ireland.
"You must convince your Mr. Dillon to take you to the Wild West Show. It's at Park Neuilly, just beyond the Arc de Triomphe. Your Buffalo Bill, he is . . . tres magnifique . I've attended the show several times. I never tire of watching him handle his . . . big guns."
Tara giggled with Gisele. They exchanged a knowing look. It was refreshing to have female companionship. "So, he's a fox, I take it?"
"A fox, et renard , Madame?" Gisele's eyes widened. "I know not what you mean."
"A fox is what we call an extremely attractive man where I come from."
"Oh . . . Oui, il est un renard ."
They reached their stop. A male conductor dressed in uniform hovered near them as they carefully stepped down the winding staircase to the first level, and then the two steps to the street. Several others followed, men who had waited for Tara and Gisele to ascend first. The bus moved on, and they walked along the sidewalk beneath the lovely green canopy of new spring foliage. Tara had questions about Gisele's life, but she did not wish to offend the kind woman. Gisele gave her clothing and personal items, and seemed genuinely willing to be a friend. At first, Tara had been jealous when she learned Adrian had spoken to the lovely woman, but she soon realized that his intentions had been on her behalf.
Gisele was a dancer at a popular nightclub; Le Coq Bleu --the Blue Rooster.
Tara tried not think of the deeper meaning to the name, excluding the blue male chicken--known in English as a cock. She worked late into the night. She came home only to sleep for a few hours in the morning. She was a cheerful woman, not broken or hardened, as Tara would expect from such a life.
Tara wanted to suggest a different line of work to the woman. It was natural to do so, coming from a time in the future were women were given choices about a career. Here in Gisele's world, it seemed there was little a single woman could do to support herself. Work at a dance hall, or work in a factory. A dance hall was certainly a more jovial place, but there would be men there who would take advantage of a woman in that situation. She bit her tongue, and tried to not think about her friend's form of employment. Tara didn't consider herself a prude by any means, but Gisele was the equivalent of a pole-dancer in the twenty-first century. She got paid to entertain men by exposing herself on stage, and perhaps by schmoozing them afterward.
You can't save everyone . The thought brought a heaviness to her chest as Tara remembered Lord Edward Fitzgerald, her husband's friend. Edward had been handsome, idealistic, charming and so full of life. But Edward was in prison, dying from a gunshot wound when they left Dublin of 1798. Despite her best intentions, Tara couldn't save him. He stubbornly embraced his fate and ignored her warnings about his future.
Adrian had been snatched from death, but even her husband had not gone along willingly with her attempt to save him. She had to drug Adrian, and then he was shot because he was not at the place fate had destined him to be. A
"No, I don't." Tara wanted to laugh at Gisele's simplicity, but didn't dare. She couldn't know Annie Oakley personally. How could she when they lived in different centuries, not just different regions of the country. "America is much larger than Western Europe, if you can imagine it. I came from the Midwest, from Wisconsin. Just trees, bears and deer there. And loggers. The logger barons make their fortune from lumber."
Gisele seemed disappointed. "Is your papa a logger baron?"
"No." Rich he wasn't, but Dan was resourceful. Tara didn't have the heart to confide in her new friend that Dan wasn't her father, he'd just been playing that role due to complications in their past time travel expedition in Ireland.
"You must convince your Mr. Dillon to take you to the Wild West Show. It's at Park Neuilly, just beyond the Arc de Triomphe. Your Buffalo Bill, he is . . . tres magnifique . I've attended the show several times. I never tire of watching him handle his . . . big guns."
Tara giggled with Gisele. They exchanged a knowing look. It was refreshing to have female companionship. "So, he's a fox, I take it?"
"A fox, et renard , Madame?" Gisele's eyes widened. "I know not what you mean."
"A fox is what we call an extremely attractive man where I come from."
"Oh . . . Oui, il est un renard ."
They reached their stop. A male conductor dressed in uniform hovered near them as they carefully stepped down the winding staircase to the first level, and then the two steps to the street. Several others followed, men who had waited for Tara and Gisele to ascend first. The bus moved on, and they walked along the sidewalk beneath the lovely green canopy of new spring foliage. Tara had questions about Gisele's life, but she did not wish to offend the kind woman. Gisele gave her clothing and personal items, and seemed genuinely willing to be a friend. At first, Tara had been jealous when she learned Adrian had spoken to the lovely woman, but she soon realized that his intentions had been on her behalf.
Gisele was a dancer at a popular nightclub; Le Coq Bleu --the Blue Rooster.
Tara tried not think of the deeper meaning to the name, excluding the blue male chicken--known in English as a cock. She worked late into the night. She came home only to sleep for a few hours in the morning. She was a cheerful woman, not broken or hardened, as Tara would expect from such a life.
Tara wanted to suggest a different line of work to the woman. It was natural to do so, coming from a time in the future were women were given choices about a career. Here in Gisele's world, it seemed there was little a single woman could do to support herself. Work at a dance hall, or work in a factory. A dance hall was certainly a more jovial place, but there would be men there who would take advantage of a woman in that situation. She bit her tongue, and tried to not think about her friend's form of employment. Tara didn't consider herself a prude by any means, but Gisele was the equivalent of a pole-dancer in the twenty-first century. She got paid to entertain men by exposing herself on stage, and perhaps by schmoozing them afterward.
You can't save everyone . The thought brought a heaviness to her chest as Tara remembered Lord Edward Fitzgerald, her husband's friend. Edward had been handsome, idealistic, charming and so full of life. But Edward was in prison, dying from a gunshot wound when they left Dublin of 1798. Despite her best intentions, Tara couldn't save him. He stubbornly embraced his fate and ignored her warnings about his future.
Adrian had been snatched from death, but even her husband had not gone along willingly with her attempt to save him. She had to drug Adrian, and then he was shot because he was not at the place fate had destined him to be. A
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