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“What’s wrong wi’ that?”
Nothing, but marry? When I mentioned a handfasting a while back you dinna want to. Ye said you weren’t ready. He acted surprised that I brought up such a notion.
“Aye, a weddin’. Again, I ask, what’s wrong wi’ that?”
He remained motionless, as in deep thought then…
Nothing. Let’s go. His voice was resigned.
He turned on his heel and went out the door leaving me hurt. He’d ne’r done that before. It wasna like him to be so... heartless. It was as if any emotions he had gone out the door before him, leaving a shell of a man I thought I knew.
My eyes burned as tears started to well, but I fought them back. I wouldna let him see me cry. I am my mother. She ne’r shed a tear in front of Da. She swallowed her pride and carried on. Oh, Da would ask. He always knew
