I shook my head.
“What is it you do not believe? Are you scolding me for mixing my historical periods and locals?” Ewan chuckled. “I was mixing metaphors. Similes, actually, as I am well aware the Renaissance had little to do with anything Grecian. I trust fully, Pennsylvania, that you are as well.”
Ewan paused, perhaps for a response.
“Or is it that you wish me to go?” he asked, when none was offered.
I gestured “no” again.
“Are you okay? Are you safe and fed? Do they harm you? Are you held against your will?”
I nodded and then moved my head side to side.
“Too many disparate questions.” Ewan smiled. “For the moment, do you need to be rescued?”
I answered with a twist of my chin.
“I’ve read your writings,” Ewan said.
My mouth fell agape. My brows shot up in bewilderment and disbe
