“Precisely,” Aisling said. “That’s actually what we call it.” She frowned. “Funny, though. I don’t remember some of these. Agamuskara, India?” She glanced at Jay, then back to the sign. “Never heard of it.”
If he had heard her voice shake, he didn’t show it.
At the time, Aisling thought, I figured it would be a simple sign that showed Clifden’s distance to other major cities, though I never understood then why anyone would ever think of Clifden as a major city. There was nothing important about Clifden, I believed at the time. Grandmother had just smiled at me when I told her this. Said that perhaps someday I’d see my home differently.
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