Chapter 34: Patriarch of the House“Where tis the wee one?” The man's voice was as huge as his bulk and filled every corner of the ranch house.
“And where tis that scalawag, Kendall?”
The senior MacDonald had fully matured and weighed in at three hundred and ninety-eight pounds. Every stitch of clothing he owned was tailored and his shoes cobbled, all by the finest of craftsmen. He beamed at Antoinette descending from the upper level.
“Father MacDonald, y'all made record time, but for goodness sake, do lower your voice. Sarah is sleeping.”
“Wee one,” he greeted her and swept her up into his Thalian embrace, laying his head first on one shoulder and then the other, while he made the “tsk” sound in each ear. Giggling, Toni returned the greeting.
“Now, Father MacDonald, y'all can't expect
