“One pissed-off witch, I imagine.” Gallowglass’s tone was glum. “What the hell was that?” Fernando flung the door open and shielded his eyes against the bright sunlight. Something green and fiery streaked past the kitchen window. And Philippe told Auntie Verin about the blood vow before he died in 1945, and she never said a word either!” Gallowglass said defensively.Ī concussion tore the air, as if a silent bomb had been detonated. It didn’t seem right to share the news about the babe. “Do you think we’ll still be able to hear it?” Lord, his blood vow was deafening.” Gallowglass looked reflective. And the fact that Granddad adopted her as a daughter. “Like the fact that Auntie is pregnant-and by none other than Matthew. “Like what?” Fernando said, catching a whiff of catastrophe among the kitchen’s homely scents. “Weeell,” Gallowglass said, drawing out the vowels as only a Scot could, “I might have left one or two things out of the tale.” Long experience had taught him that whatever the mess, Gallowglass had made it with good intentions and complete disregard for possible disaster. “What have you done now?” asked Fernando, putting his tortilla-which was not ruined, Alhamdulillah-on the stove.
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