Chapter Six
Tawnyetta slept through the sound of Bridget's cell phone ringing as well as the motion of her getting out of bed and answering it. What did finally wake her was the sound of her friend's agitated voice. Bridget was speaking in a controlled rage with a touch of a tremor, which hinted that she was trying not to cry.
What time was it? Tawnyetta peered at the tall windows and knew it wasn't dawn yet. She had not yet grown used to the slow light of morning and lingering sunsets caused by the extra hours of daylight here in the Scottish Highlands. So it was difficult for her to guess at the time of day.
"I'm not going to apologize," Bridget spoke harshly into the phone.
Apologize? Tawnyetta, still groggy from waking, wondered who she was talking to.
"And, no, I am not paying yo
