“Are these people also my relations?” he asked, as though fearing the answer might be yes. “I suppose so. Da adopted Fergus—he’s French, but…well, that doesn’t matter. He was an orphan, in Paris. Then later Da married…well, that doesn’t matter, either, but Marsali—she’s Fergus’s wife—and her sister, Joan, they’re Da’s stepdaughters, so…um. And Fergus and Marsali’s children—they have five now, so they’d be…” William took a step back, detaching himself, and put up a hand. “Enough,” he said firmly. He pointed a long forefinger at her. “You, I can deal with. Nothing else. Not today.”
Mais oui, my boy! They're all yours, since Jamie is the tie!
