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Show 141 "Be quiet a little while longer," Karl whispered. "I'll explain everything later." Kathleen and Maggie Rose clung to one another. It seemed to Karl, because his mother was so much shorter, that Kathleen was the parent comforting a sorrowful child. After a moment, Bridey approached Jame and said softly, "It's a grand lass she is, Jame, and I'm thinkin' it'll all work out fine, God be thanked. I'll go home now, so you can talk with your new in-laws for a bit." "You're a grand lass too, Ma," he said, touching the curve of her cheek with his finger. "You're a real peach." "Peach, is it! Save your blarney for your bride," she bantered, but she flushed with pleasure. Hugo told her, "What Jame said is true, Bridey. It was good of you to some. You're a fine woman." "Providence and mercy! I'd best get out of here before me head's turned. Good day to this house." Bridey skittered through the door and pulled it shut behind her. Kathleen's arms were still around Maggie Rose as she whispered something in her mother's ear. Maggie Rose hesitated, then straightened her back and marched across the kitchen floor, her hand outstretched toward Jame. Standing before him, her head thrown back so she could look up at his great height, she moved her lips as though she were searching for words to say to him, but couldn't think of the right ones. |