impulses. Our bodies are fueled by food that’s converted into energy. That’s what calories are. This’, Jeanne brought her hands up and patted her thin body, ‘is the most amazing factory and it produces energy. But we’re also emotional and spiritual beings and that’s energy too. Auras, vibes, whatever you want to call it. When you’re angry,’ she turned to Peter, ‘can’t you feel yourself tremble?’
‘I don’t get angry,’ he said, meeting her gaze with cold eyes. He’d had just about enough of this bullshit.
‘You’re angry now, I can feel it. We can all feel it.’ She turned to the others, who didn’t comment, out of loyalty to their friend. But they knew she was right. They could feel his rage. It radiated off him.
Peter felt set up by this shaman and betrayed by his own body.
‘It’s natural,’ said Jeanne. ‘Your body feels a strong emotion and sends out signals.’
‘It’s true,’ Gabri said, turning to Peter apologetically. ‘I can feel your anger, and I can feel that the rest of us are uncomfortable. Earlier I could feel the happiness. Everyone was relaxed. No one had to tell me. When you walk into a room full of people don’t you get it immediately? You can feel whether people are happy or tense.’
Gabri looked around and everyone nodded, even Monsieur Beliveau.
‘At my store you get good at reading people fast. If people are in a bad mood, or upset or might be a threat.’
‘A threat? In Three Pines?’ Madeleine asked.
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‘But that’s body language and familiarity,’ said Peter. ‘That’s not energy.’ He vibrated his hands in front of him and lowered his voice in a mocking tone. Monsieur Beliveau was silenced.
‘You don’t have to believe it,’ Jeanne said. ‘Most people don’t.’ She smiled at Peter in a way he took to be patronizing. ‘Bread cast on the water,’ she said unexpectedly. ‘If we put angry energy out that’s what we’ll get back. It’s pretty simple.’
Peter looked around the gathering. Everyone was listening intently to this Jeanne woman, as though they believed this crap.
‘You mentioned balance,’ said Myrna.
‘That’s right. Nature is balance. Action and reaction. Life and death. Everything’s in balance. It makes sense that the old Hadley house is close to Three Pines. They balance each other.’
‘What do you mean?’ Madeleine asked.
‘She means the old Hadley house is the dark to our light,’ said Myrna.
‘Three Pines is a happy place because you let your sorrow go. But it doesn’t go far. Just up the hill,’ said Jeanne. ‘To the old Hadley house.’
Now Peter felt it. The skin on his arms contracted and his hairs stood on end. Everything he let go of had claw marks on it. And it made straight for the old Hadley house. It was full of their fear, their sorrow, their rage.
‘Why don’t we do a seance there?’ Monsieur Beliveau asked. Everyone turned slowly to stare at him, stunned, as though the fireplace had spoken and said a most unlikely thing.
‘I don’t know about that.’ Gabri shifted uneasily in his seat.
Instinctively they turned to Clara. Without asking for it she’d become the heart of their community. Small, middle-aged and getting a little plump, Clara was that rare combination: she was sensible and sensitive. Now she got up, grabbed a handful of cashews and what was left of her Scotch and walked to the window. Most of the lights were out around the village green. Three Pines was at rest. After a moment appreciating the peace her eyes traveled to that black hole above them. She stood for a couple of minutes, sipping and munching, and contemplating.
Was it possible the old Hadley house was full of their anger and sorrow? Was that why it attracted murderers? And ghosts?
‘I think we should do it,’ she said finally.
‘Oh, for God’s sake,’ said Peter.
Clara briefly glanced out the window again.
It was time to lay the wickedness to rest.
SIX
Monsieur Beliveau opened the car door for Madeleine. ‘Are you sure I can’t drive you home?’
‘Oh, no, I’ll be fine. My nerves are calming down,’ she lied. Her heart was still racing and she was exhausted. ‘You’ve brought me safe and sound to my car. No bears.’
He took her hand. His felt like rice paper, dry and fragile, and yet his hold was firm. ‘They won’t hurt you. They’re only dangerous if you come between mother and cub. Be careful of that.’
‘I’ll mark it down. “Mustn’t anger bears.” Now you’re sure of that?’
Monsieur Beliveau laughed. Madeleine liked the sound. She liked the man. She wondered whether she should tell him her secret. It would be a relief. She opened her mouth but closed it again. There was still such sadness in him. Such kindness. She couldn’t take it away. Not yet.
‘Would you come in for a coffee? I’ll make sure it’s decaf.’
