Synnergy, Chaos Time Book 3 by Marie Hall Page A

moment.
    “You need food.”
    The mention of it had Ari turning several shades of
green. She shook her head hard. “No.”
    “You need something.” Sable had no experience with
this sort of thing. What do you give someone with a massive
hangover? Alkaseltzer, but she doubted they had any of that in 1849
San Fran. So what? “Wait here, I’ll be back.”
    She grabbed her robe off the hook and walked out,
heading downstairs. Like last night, there was very little sign of
life. She got to the bar and tapped her fingers when no one
appeared.
    “Hello?”
    Nothing.
    She twisted her lips and glancing both ways, hopped
onto the bar, laying across it and peered behind. Wondering if
maybe One Eye was back and ignoring her. But he wasn’t there. She
frowned.
    “Oy, what are ye doin’ there, love?”
    Sable hopped off and grabbed her chest, one of the
twins headed her way. She was dressed in a black gauzy thing, wild
mane of hair crackling around her head like it’d been static
charged. She yawned big. “Well?” she asked again.
    “I was um...” she jerked her thumb over her shoulder,
“where’s One Eye?”
    “’Ow should I know. Comes and goes as he pleases,”
she said with a confused grin and shrugged a plump shoulder.
    It was hard to pinpoint the accent, and because the
only enjoyable thing she’d been able to do in the loony bin was
watch one movie after another she’d developed an ear for speech
based off classics. This sounded a lot like the street urchins in
Oliver Twist. But whatever it was, it was difficult to
understand.
    “Well, I um...need help. Ari is—”
    The twin giggled. “Red in the face? Aye I saw. We all
did, but she was a right smash with the menfolk. The missus was
pleased by her purse come night’s end.”
    “What?” Had she understood that correctly? “Ari gave
Long Nose money?”
    “Oh, aye. Fat purse full of gold. Methinks the lady
might want ta be chargin’ more for her services.” She wiggled bushy
brows and grinned. She stopped next to Sable and the strong musk
off her body was unpleasant. Like she’d not washed in days. She
wanted to pinch her nose shut, but forced herself to stay put and
be polite.
    Where had Arianna gotten the money from?
    “I’d imagine the wee one is in a fine good fettle,
aye?” She mimed drinking.
    Sable had zero idea what that meant, but based off
her gesture she nodded, hoping she was right and that the twin
meant Ari was hung over.
    The twin grinned, two of her back molars were missing
and she nodded. “Aye, happens to the best of us. Well come then,
I’ve got a sure remedy Sarah swears by.”
    Which meant this must be Liza.
    Liza reached over the bar, grabbed two tin cups and
headed out the parlor. Sable followed, and it was totally nuts but
she felt naked the way men glanced at her with eyes agog when she
walked out in her robe. She belted it as tight as possible. Liza
seemed oblivious.
    Still snoring where he’d been dropped the night
before, was Bob.
    “It’s a right fine, mornin’.” Liza stopped next to
him for a second to sniff the air and then growled. “Bob’s pissed
em’self again.” She kicked the still form. He snorted and blinked
open heavy lidded eyes.
    She shooed him. “Off you go, ye smelly bag of
shite.”
    He grumbled, gingerly made his way to his feet and
stumbled off, leaving a large wet spot behind him. Sable curled her
nose.
    Liza grinned. “They aren’t tall bad as at.” And with
a small shake of her head, she headed down the sidewalk a few
paces, to a corralled section of fence. Inside were two small
goats. One was brown with white speckles on its hindquarters and
the other fully black.
    Stooping, Liza recovered a wooden bucket and then
thrust the metal cups at Sable. Sable frowned and stared at the
cups. What exactly were they getting ready to do?
    Liza cocked her head. “If ye’d rather, ye can do the
milkin’.”
    She shook her head quickly. “Umm, no thanks.”
    She snorted. “I rather thought so, yer