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DARCY
I had no trouble locating Mackenzie's birthplace…but after thirty years, locating people who remembered him and his mother was another story. Finally, I found a former neighbor, an elderly woman named Maddie MacDougal.
“I used to sit with the wee one when Anne was out,” the woman remembered. “He was so smart, that one. But so sad.”
“Sad?” I asked.
“Anne was a troubled lass,” she said, shaking her head. “She tried to take her own life more than once. The wee boy, he loved her so much, but he could not depend on her.”
“She was mentally ill?”
She nodded. “Heard voices, that one. Quite unstable.”
“But she married well.”
“That she did,” the woman said, smiling for the first time. “Anne was very beautiful, and that was what Mr. Rhys-Williams wanted. A beautiful young woman for
