Chapter Nine
Kayla reached out and took hold of Douglas’ hand. “I don’t suppose there’s anything you want to tell your great grandson.”
Douglas looked down at her hand, dwarfed by his. “He can hear me?”
Kayla nodded. “And see you.”
“Guess that’s why the lad looks like a dead fish washed up on the shore.” Douglas shook his head slowly. “Can’t say I’m all that impressed with the lot of them. I can’t count the amount of times I’ve wanted to give ’em a clout across the ears to knock some sense into them. You’re a sore disappointment to me lad.”
Brian finally closed his mouth. “Can’t say I’m impressed by you either. You nearly died a pauper. Only had the house you lived in and a few pounds. Everyone said you never spent a penny and yet there weren’t any to be found.”
“Pauper! I had thousa
