“You remember that other line I told you?” I asked him. “. . . Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.”
Ian raised a brow, looked from me to Jamie, and shook his head.
“Nay wonder ye’re sae fond of her, Uncle. She must be a rare comfort to ye.”
“Well,” Jamie said, eyes fixed on his work, “she keeps takin’ me in—so I suppose she must be home.”
— Jun 03, 2020 03:39PM
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