"You're getting a bruise on the side of your face. If he has anything to do with that"-- Carla jerked her head towards the phouka-- "You damn betcha I won't like it."
"Not exactly. I mean, it wasn't his fault. Carla..." There was no way to ease gently into the subject "Carla, he's a phouka."
Carla stared at her, then looked at the phouka. "A--phouka?"
"You know what it is?" Eddi asked.
Carla looked at her dubiously. "The last time I heard that word, Jimmy Stewart was using it to describe a six-foot white rabbit." And she looked back at the phouka.
- War For the Oaks, Emma Bull
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