Chapter 35

“That is one big church,” Luke said, stopping to gawk.

“Saint Louis Cathedral. And this is Jackson Square.” Finn waved his arm.

“Neat. Can we get our fortunes told?” Luke asked, pointing to a woman setting up a table along the fence surrounding a small park.

“Maybe later. First, food.”

They crossed to what looked like a small, open air coffee shop. A sign on the awning said Café du Monde. They found a table, after a short wait, at which point Finn told Luke, “There’s only one thing on the menu.”

“Let me guess. Beignets.”

“Yep. Well, that and coffee.”

When the waitress came over, Finn asked for two orders of beignets, two coffees, and lots of napkins. Luke raised an eyebrow at that last, figuring he’d find out why soon enough. He did, and spent the next fifteen minutes trying not to get more powdered sugar on him than ended up in his mouth.

“That was good, if damned messy,” Luke said contentedly when they finished. “Now what?”