Hanged for l'Acadie

"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 about rum. The damned rum that's ruining not only your people but our young ones as well. Oh mon Dieu, help me stop thinking about my grandson."