Chapter 26
Branwen was smiling and crying at the same time, and John wasn’t surprised to see Hugh doing the same. She held both his hands for a moment before they embraced.
“Uncle Hugh. It’s so lovely to see you.”
Hugh didn’t quite pick her up, but John almost saw it, like a grainy home movie.
“I’ve been chatting with your young man here,” Hugh said, smiling at John. “You certainly have good taste.”
She seemed a little confused, then looked back and forth between the two of them with a surprised smile. John had wondered why she’d never mentioned that her uncle was another Scotsman. She hadn’t mentioned him much at all, really, but that still seemed like an odd omission.
It did explain why she’d never had trouble with his own words or phrases, one of the things he’d loved about her fr
