“It"s OK Dad. Everything"s fine. There"s no need to explain.”
“Ah mean, you and Isobel, yer no" mad at La Divine an" me? Ah thought Steve might be ragin" at me stayin" the night wi" Hugette.”
“It"s Hugette, Dad, with a soft G. We"re all happy about it.”
Later that evening, just before bed, La Divine came into the kitchen where Cliesh and I prepared a light supper. “Tim, you meant what you said to your father, didn"t you?”
“Of course I did. It was for both of us and for Steve and Catherine too.”
La Divine smiled. “What happened with your father; so unexpected … he"s a sweet man.”
The Armistice Day Parade was over, and the shouts and laughter of soldiers floated up the stairwell from the main entrance.
Had I stayed in Scotland working in Reid"s foundry I"d never have set foot in the O
