Tegwen giggled. "That's true." It had been a long time since a stranger in St. Canard been so kind to her, and Tegwen was not sure how respond to it. Especially someone who was so obviously part of the social elite. From her trim and tailored clothing, expensive jewelry, and the way she held herself with an affluent air, Tegwen saw a reflection of the way her life used to be. Just like the people at Mr. McDuck's party. She sighed. I actually kinda miss them.

"Let me get out of your way -- I'm so sorry . . ." Tegwen stepped aside quickly.

The girl grinned, staying where she was. "Please don't worry about it. I don't think I'm going to catch up with James now . . . if that even was him." When her eyes clouded with tears, Tegwen swiftly changed the topic.

"So what do you think of the famous Germaines?" Tegwen grinned. "The one playing Esmeralda is my old Algebra teacher!"

"Really? That's neat! I know the one playing Fleur-de-Lys was a trapeze artist for a time. How fun would that be? I saw them both during their four show stint with Duckburg's Cirque de la Lune. There's real talent in that family."

"Hey, I told you to wait up!" Gabriel hollered as she made her way up the aisle, struggling to run in her gown. Tegwen found it humorous that, despite how well she was made up, Gabriel couldn't hide that she was, in fact, not a lady. "Ran into an old friend?"

"Well, ran into, yes. Old friend, no. Gabe, this is . . ." Tegwen blushed when she realized that she had failed to introduce herself. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't get your name! Mine's Tegwen."

"I'm Tina. Pleased to meet you Tegwen." She shook Tegwen's hand before turning to Gabriel. "And you, um, Gabe?"

"I bumped into Tina while she was looking for her brother, James. We've been chatting about the play since --"

"James?" Gabriel piped up.

"Yes, my brother. James Gallo."

Gabriel's bill dropped open. "But he's dead."

Tegwen could not believe her ears. "Wait a minute! I thought you said that --"

"I say a lot of things, Teggers." Gabriel said, dismissing her with a gesture. "But really, what about your brother?"

Tegwen wasn't quite sure what she was angrier about: Gabriel's unabashed use of a nickname reserved only for loved ones, or that she had been lied to and brushed off like a child.

The hen frowned. "Oops." She said meekly. "Well . . . ah . . . that's what everyone thinks. I know the stories. None of them are true."



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