“Oh, no,” he says, crossing his arms in an eerie impression of Da. “No no no. We are not using poor Minette as a – a – what is the ridiculous English word –”
“A distraction,” says Bree.
“A scapegoat,” says Fergus, aggrieved.
In front of them, Minette bleats. Bree, dressed in a filched pair of Ian’s breeks and already muddy from the morning’s chores, raises a single ruddy eyebrow at her older brother.
“Will ye hate me for pointin’ out that she is, in fact, a goat?”
Claire and Jamie build their home and place and people, one chaotic day at a time.
- Part 12 of then she'll be a true love of mine