Chapter Seven
“Here we are.” Robert opened the door to their room, “Alone at last.” He stood aside for Celia to go in and waited for Freddie and Patrick, who held on to Freddie’s shoulder. “It’s not our hay pile, but it’ll do.”
Celia unpinned her hat and set it down. Robert helped her off with her jacket and slung it over the back of a chair.
“Sit ye’s down.” Robert poured a glass of whiskey. He held it up before Celia, Patrick and Freddie, who were now seated on the sofa by the hearth. “It can’t be said enough how grateful I am that the good Lord above saw fit to bring us back together.”
He took a sip of the whiskey and handed it to Celia.
She sipped from the glass and handed it to Patrick who, in turn, gave it to Freddie.
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