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ago.
But did she want to return? Janet wondered silently for at least
the fiftieth time. What was there for her really, especially with Morag here
in the past? A job she was probably going to get fired from? An empty
apartment in Cleveland she rarely saw?
There was no man in her former world that was special to her. No family
either for that matter. Her parents had been dead for over five years, killed
in a diving accident three days before Janet s twenty-second birthday.
Neither did she boast any real friends in the future save Morag Morag whom
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she was still yet to see. She was beginning to worry that she d never see her
a
Janet!
Wide-eyed, Janet whirled on her heel at the sound of that very welcome voice.
Smiling brightly, she continued to clutch Glynna s pudgy little hand as she
opened her arms and giggled when her best friend came bounding into them.
Morag! she laughed.
Oh Janet! Morag hugged her tightly. I was so verra worried for you!
I m fine, she promised, hugging her back. But what about you? How are
you?
Morag released Janet and stepped back a bit. It was then that she noticed
Glynna for the first time. She smiled down to the little girl. And who is
this?
Glynna, Janet answered.
Euan s daughter?
Yes.
Glynna smiled, displaying neat white teeth. Hallo, milady, she whispered
very sweetly in Old Gaelic.
Hallo, Morag answered back with a grin, apparently having learned about as
much of the tongue as Janet had. You are verra pretty, Glynna.
Thank-ye.
Janet s brow furrowed. Obviously Morag had learned a bit more of the tongue
than she had. She reverted back to English. How did you know those words? And
how did you know Euan s name?
Stuart.
Stuart?
Yes Stuart, Morag responded. Her cheeks pinkened a bit as she cleared her
throat. My, uh...
Husband?
She nodded. I tried to tell you that day in the forest but
It s ok, Janet said wryly, I pretty much figured it out for myself.
Among other things, I d wager.
Janet shook her head. What s that supposed to mean?
Morag chuckled. We were in the same boat as you and your husband, you know,
even if the men would no let us see each other until we docked.
And?
She grinned. Your man was doing more than a wee bit of moaning from what I
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could hear all voyage long.
Janet s face flushed with heat. She couldn t hold back the small smile that
tugged at the corners of her lips though. So glad I was able to unknowingly
provide entertainment, she murmured.
Morag smiled, chucking her playfully under the chin. Quit blushing. You have
the look of a turnip.
Janet happened to glance down just then and noticed that Glynna was watching
a little girl across the room play with a doll. The look in her eyes was one
of unadulterated longing, a child desperately wanting to play, yet she made no
move to dislodge herself from Janet s side even though it was obvious she d
rather be doing little girl things.
Good lord, Janet thought, she d never met a child so in control of her
naturally playful and exploratory nature. Not a good thing at the age of six,
to stand off to the side rather than indulge. She turned to Morag. Do you
know the word for play ?
Hmm. She thought that over a minute, then threw a word at Janet.
Janet nodded her thanks then turned back to Glynna. You may play now if you
would like. She smiled down to her.
Glynna s return smile was so big as to border on bursting. Janet now
understood that when Euan had first brought the little girl to her side, he
must have instructed her to remain with Janet unless told otherwise. Good
grief how boring for a six-year-old!
Thank-ye, mum.
Janet s back stiffened. She hadn t been expecting such an endearment so soon,
if it all, and she was confused as to how she should feel about it. It was
frightening. And yet heart-warming at the same time. Realistically she knew
the little girl was probably only calling her by the name she d been told to
use, but it didn t keep her heart from swelling up just a bit. You re
welcome, she said softly, scooting her gently away from her skirt. Go play
now.
Morag chuckled as the little girl bounded away. She is a verra pretty wee
thing.
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ago.
But did she want to return? Janet wondered silently for at least
the fiftieth time. What was there for her really, especially with Morag here
in the past? A job she was probably going to get fired from? An empty
apartment in Cleveland she rarely saw?
There was no man in her former world that was special to her. No family
either for that matter. Her parents had been dead for over five years, killed
in a diving accident three days before Janet s twenty-second birthday.
Neither did she boast any real friends in the future save Morag Morag whom
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she was still yet to see. She was beginning to worry that she d never see her
a
Janet!
Wide-eyed, Janet whirled on her heel at the sound of that very welcome voice.
Smiling brightly, she continued to clutch Glynna s pudgy little hand as she
opened her arms and giggled when her best friend came bounding into them.
Morag! she laughed.
Oh Janet! Morag hugged her tightly. I was so verra worried for you!
I m fine, she promised, hugging her back. But what about you? How are
you?
Morag released Janet and stepped back a bit. It was then that she noticed
Glynna for the first time. She smiled down to the little girl. And who is
this?
Glynna, Janet answered.
Euan s daughter?
Yes.
Glynna smiled, displaying neat white teeth. Hallo, milady, she whispered
very sweetly in Old Gaelic.
Hallo, Morag answered back with a grin, apparently having learned about as
much of the tongue as Janet had. You are verra pretty, Glynna.
Thank-ye.
Janet s brow furrowed. Obviously Morag had learned a bit more of the tongue
than she had. She reverted back to English. How did you know those words? And
how did you know Euan s name?
Stuart.
Stuart?
Yes Stuart, Morag responded. Her cheeks pinkened a bit as she cleared her
throat. My, uh...
Husband?
She nodded. I tried to tell you that day in the forest but
It s ok, Janet said wryly, I pretty much figured it out for myself.
Among other things, I d wager.
Janet shook her head. What s that supposed to mean?
Morag chuckled. We were in the same boat as you and your husband, you know,
even if the men would no let us see each other until we docked.
And?
She grinned. Your man was doing more than a wee bit of moaning from what I
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could hear all voyage long.
Janet s face flushed with heat. She couldn t hold back the small smile that
tugged at the corners of her lips though. So glad I was able to unknowingly
provide entertainment, she murmured.
Morag smiled, chucking her playfully under the chin. Quit blushing. You have
the look of a turnip.
Janet happened to glance down just then and noticed that Glynna was watching
a little girl across the room play with a doll. The look in her eyes was one
of unadulterated longing, a child desperately wanting to play, yet she made no
move to dislodge herself from Janet s side even though it was obvious she d
rather be doing little girl things.
Good lord, Janet thought, she d never met a child so in control of her
naturally playful and exploratory nature. Not a good thing at the age of six,
to stand off to the side rather than indulge. She turned to Morag. Do you
know the word for play ?
Hmm. She thought that over a minute, then threw a word at Janet.
Janet nodded her thanks then turned back to Glynna. You may play now if you
would like. She smiled down to her.
Glynna s return smile was so big as to border on bursting. Janet now
understood that when Euan had first brought the little girl to her side, he
must have instructed her to remain with Janet unless told otherwise. Good
grief how boring for a six-year-old!
Thank-ye, mum.
Janet s back stiffened. She hadn t been expecting such an endearment so soon,
if it all, and she was confused as to how she should feel about it. It was
frightening. And yet heart-warming at the same time. Realistically she knew
the little girl was probably only calling her by the name she d been told to
use, but it didn t keep her heart from swelling up just a bit. You re
welcome, she said softly, scooting her gently away from her skirt. Go play
now.
Morag chuckled as the little girl bounded away. She is a verra pretty wee
thing.
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