“I can see him,” I said.
“Go on, then,” Caitlin shrieked. “Before Catriona or that horrible Eilidh Mackay gets him.”
“I’ll go when I’m ready,” I said and wished them all to Hades or Edinburgh, whichever was furthest away.
“Come on.” Mother ushered the siblings away. “We’ll leave Fiona in peace. She may have to get used to being on her own unless she gets a move on!” Her look as she left was full of meaning.
With Father involved, there was plenty whisky to go around. Ferintosh, we called it sometimes, but more often it was termed peat reek, the illicitly distilled whisky that Father and half of Scotland made in defiance of the Excise laws. There were other drinks available, with claret and port as well as wine and even some ale.
“Niall!” I heard the name as I wriggled my bottom to get
