"And our children." I said quietly. "They take any young Mi gmaw children they catch fishing. They take them away." "As I well know " Marguerite said. "They put them in prison, oui? That's where they are?" "No. It's not where they are and you know that, Marguerite. You know exactly where they are." "Mon Dieu. Don't tell me that. I don't want to know that. I don't want to think that. Not about my grandson Let's go back to talking...