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**Old Scottish Blessing I found on the internet

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Ch. 5

Christy looked down at her hands once she was back talking to her father-in-law after they'd come back from eating and then back up at Sean MacDonald. She was finding it more of a relief than expected to talk to the gentleman she now knew to be Sean-Patrick's father. "I have to know, what else did you two argue about? Sean-Patrick had no problems telling me about Sandra and her stunt, nor of your reaction..."

The lady sat straighter as a few of the MacDonald grandchildren came running up begging her to join in the dancing contest.

"I..." Christy looked over at Catherine who, conveniently, began taking care of her nails. "...will be over in a little bit." That set the children off running like the wind. "Going to have to talk to that 'dear' friend of mine.

"She does care."

"A little too much at times." Christy pretended to scowl, but then turned back to her question of what they'd argued over. "He never did answer me on that one; just said it wasn't important and brushed it off. And yet it, with Sandra, seemed to be the reason he would never reach out to your family." Sean MacDonald let out one very long breath of air.

"Our land and business. I really wanted him running them not Matthew. Nonetheless, I must confess, my second to oldest has done a far better job than I thought he could at the time. So, in the end, I guess it was for the best. Sounds like my son really did prefer to be a highlander just as many of our cousins and ancestors."

"Life made him that way for Ella could stand town life even less than I can. These games, and the small hometown concerts, are the biggest crowds I do."" She smiled at the old man's wide grin at her statement. Standing up, Christy waved her hands a little. "I guess I'd better go satisfy a group of children and then consider putting a sock in one very busy body's mouth." Mr. MacDonald nodded slightly as he watched Sean-Patrick's widow walk away.

"Okay, brat..." Christy spoke to Catherine who looked up with a Cheshire cat grin. "You put the dance idea into their heads, so, where's the dancing shoes." She pointed to her old friend. "And don't tell me you didn't bring any."

"Me? Now why would I bring any?" Catherine drug the word I out and the twinkle in her eye let every nearby MacDonald clan, and their friends, know the lady did indeed have a pair of dancing shoes nearby.

"Like I said..." Christy stated as she swapped footwear. "...brat."

Catherine ignored the name calling and watched, as did the others, Christy walk up to get her number. Whispering to William's cousin who happened to be the one handing them out. "I've danced at home, I admit, but competition? What if I turn out to be an embarrassment to your family?"

"Our family." He replied back and laid a hand her shoulder. "And, you'll not be one. Just do your best. Won't matter if you be winning or not." With that he watched her go out, music start, take her bow and begin to dance.

Her footwork was amazing, maybe not the best but for someone who had not competed in three years she was doing exceptionally well. She only missed one beat and even that was barely noticeable for his cousin's sister-in-law quickly covered it up. Her first competitor might have won but his mistake wasn't as easily covered up-he'd moved the sword. The second didn't move it but did step on it. However, the third made no mistake and won the contest. "Congratulations." Christy shook the winner's hand with a genuine smile in place and headed back to where Catherine sat.

"Happy?"

"Yes, and so are they I dare say." Catherine stood and looked over at the MacDonald's. "I'm going to go talk to that loner."

"Should I give him my condolences now or later?" William, his father and others roared with amusement as Christy's friend scrunched up her nose and let out a 'ha ha ha' before walking off. Waving Christy over Sean pointed to an empty chair at their table. She, if somewhat hesitantly, complied.

"Thank-you for giving my father his answers and, hopefully a real chance at getting to know you? You're welcome in Scotland anytime you want to come. Maybe even come with us now? For a few weeks?" William spoke from across the table.

"At least let us give you our number?" Her father-in-law held out a piece of paper. "And our new address?" when she didn't respond right away.

Christy held out her hand, "Just don't ask me to go near any of Sandra McBean's friends or relatives. I know Roarke said that son of hers was okay, nothing like his mother, but I'm not ready to take a chance on that." Everyone nodded in understanding saying they made no effort to have contact themselves.

"Your turn." Catherine shouted as the hammer throw event began as did a few other including weight over the bar. "I entered you."

"Remind me why I shouldn't toss you over the bar instead of a weight!" Christy shouted as she jumped up; practically knocking over her chair and started chasing Catherine. It was a sight that set the whole MacDonald clan into fits of laughter; especially since Christy caught Catherine, drug her through an open gate to the staging grounds and tossed her into a trough full of very cold water.

"I can easily picture Sean-Patrick married to her, at least the brother I knew growing up." William said once he'd caught his breath; his father and family heartily agreed.

Epilogue

"I don't think Catherine is interested in going home?" Aida watched as Christy walk up the beach with her father-in-law and his family, but without her friend in sight.

"Not the way she came." Christy chuckle. "B.J. MacDonald, a cousin of my late husband, appears to have caught her eye. Turning to face Roarke who had come to the beach instead of the docks. "Your guests aren't leaving the standard route, are they?"

"No, they are not." Mr. Roarke did his own share of smiling. "And I dare say your boat is bigger?" He smiled and nodded towards a yacht owned by Sean MacDonald; one he'd sent for before his family gathering was over.

"Not mine." Christy smiled shyly over at her father-in-law. "I agreed to go visit Scotland. I called my children and they are all behind the invite. Told me I was crazy if I turned it down and didn't go now. Said with Sandra dead I needed my own answers about their father's life in his homeland -ones I can only get from his family. And what better way than to visit his old stomping grounds?"

"In that case **May your joys be as deep as the ocean and your misfortunes as light as the foam." Mr. Roarke had changed two words of an old Scottish blessing but considering the setting he figured it was forgivable to change the pronoun their to your. It was with that he watched the MacDonalds leave with Christy in tow; though he still had an urge to say her full name as he'd seen it written on the official papers first handed to him by Aida.