Which is just as well. Roisin never raised a daughter, but if she had? She'd well have hoped the young woman would have Sophie's lovely red hair--and, more importantly, Sophie's wonderful personality.

There's a pleased little chuckle as she settles in better, carefully gives her wrists a bit of a massage. No question she's staying for tea.

"An' you keep it that way, fy merch. That handsome young man o' yours already has you raisin' his little babe." And Roisin clearly approved of the entire posse raising her 'first grandchild.' "No more until he's got you y graig."


{*my girl, *the rock}