“Ahh … Uncle,” Ian said, in a casual tone that made his uncle instantly focus attention on him. “What?” said his uncle warily. “Ye havena got your lass wi’ child, have ye?” “I have not,” Ian said, offended—and wondering vaguely how his uncle had known he was thinking of Rachel. “And why would ye think a thing like that, ye evil-minded auld mumper?” “Because I ken well enough what ‘Ahh … Uncle’ usually means,”
