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Aye, Miss Harris?
That was as petty as he would allow himself.
Miss Harris?
Not yet Mrs. Munro, are ye? Or has he whisked ye away to Gretna Green?
I don’t know what that is.
No matter.
I’m sorry. I was just teasing about the piper. I did meet one in the alley, and we did have a good laugh, but that was all.
I went to the National Gallery, saw the Haystacks by Monet. I liked the painting of an ice-skating priest, but I realized painting is not my thing.
His heart and his brain took a wee while to recover. He had to read the first bit three times while she typed away.
She’d been takin’ the piss?
His brain finally kicked into gear.Easy boyo, she wasnae teasing ye, but an AI program. Why would she suspect there was any harm in it?
I went to Edinburgh castle, and by the look of one suit of armor, I think people must have been pretty small back in the days of Mary Queen of Scots. I ate a lot of unhealthy stuff, walked through the Princes Street Gardens and St. Giles’ Cathedral. That’s when I ran into that piper.
For dinner, I went to a restaurant for fish and chips—crazy good! Oh, and I bought a prettynew scarf in a tartan pattern called Isle of Skye. I had no idea Scots named their patterns. Most of them have clan names, but I guess you know that.
Turns out the Harris Family pattern was pretty dull. I’m trying not to read too much into that. LOL.
Sorry. Inside joke.
Jacob’s heart stuttered back to life while his eyes skimmed over the words popping up on the screen. And by the time he trusted himself to respond, it was pounding against his ribs.
Well done, lass. It sounds as if ye got in numerous baby steps, and all in one day.
…
I thought I was looking for adventure. Or a chance to learn something new. Something frivolous. Something interesting. But I think what I’m looking for is…
a chance to feel something. To be moved.
To experience some emotion other than grief.
Maybe tomorrow.
Planning to get on that train to Inverness in the morning.
TTFN. Tah tah for now.
She wanted to feel emotion? Something other than grief?
To Jacob, it sounded like what Laira Harris was desperate for was some romance.
She would be arriving in Inverness at 10:29, 10:30, 12:00, or 1:30. There was no telling which of four trains without asking. He’d just have to make a morning of it.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The only thing that arrived with the 10:29 train from Edinburgh was a pish-oot.
Jacob stood inside the station watching the rain pour off the long roofs and wondered, as he always did, if Noah had his animals loaded and ready, for it seemed as if the Highlands might be going under.
