The thought of Jenny’s going was a dirk right through his heart. It hurt to breathe. He knew she could tell; she didn’t look at him but coiled up the pearl rosary neatly and, taking his hand, dropped it into his palm. “Keep it for me,” she said, matter-of-factly, “and if I dinna come back, give it to Mandy, when she’s old enough.” “Jenny…” he said softly.
