Excitement battled with exhaustion in Maeve as the train drew into Glasgow and she was out of the carriage and into Danny’s arms almost before the wheels stopped turning.
‘Oh Danny, you’re here! I have so much to tell you, I found our man, Paul Swan, and he’s fine - he’s not the rotter we thought and there was a woman, Delia…sure a poor soul from Ireland and she died, and do you know, the train goes so fast it near takes your breath away.’
Danny laughed and caught her by the arm as they moved off. ‘Well, it hasn’t taken yours away…’
‘Oh, I’m so glad to be back. And is Finola all right? Did she go to Maggie’s from school? And what about Kate? Is she at home?’
‘Maeve, macushla, slow down. Sure, you’ve only been away for a day.’
macushla, ‘Oh, but it felt like…I don’t know…it was so diff
