giggling. “Dinna laugh,” Jamie said, smiling. “Your uncle William fell into a privy some years ago, and wasna best pleased about it.” “Who’s Unca Willam?” “Your mam’s brother. Ye’ve no met him yet.” Mandy’s small black brows drew together in a frown. He glanced briefly up at me and lifted a shoulder in a half shrug. “Nay point in not talkin’ about him,” he said to me. “Likely we’ll see him again, before too long.”
