Call me disrespectful, but I do not to look at the person who had caused me too much grief while I was here. I saw Duncan glance at the doorway. He must have seen the sudden change in me. I heard him curse in Gaelic and tapped Colin.
His son also looked at the doorway, then at me. He must have connected the dots because he too, swore in his native language. Father and son were speaking in Celtic. It didn't irked me, not like before. I saw Colin stand up and walk to where Fujin and the children were.
Duncan stopped playing with my hair and settled his hand on the nape of my neck. He was gently rubbing his thumb at the base of my skull to relax me. It was working, but not as much as I wanted it to.
"Aunt Eva, lovely to see you," I heard Mike say. "You looked lovely as always. How are you?"
