Gabriel wanted to bring Chloe here, to meet Bridget. In time, he knew he would. Bridget had even made the suggestion, advising that when the time was right, he must bring Chloe to Ireland, to see where he’d come from. “I promise,” she told him with a smile as they finished their tea. “I promise not to tell any horror stories about that time you spilled all those tea leaves on my bedspread.”
Gabriel rolled his eyes. “I’ll never live that down, will I?”
I love Bridget. She's a feisty grandmother!
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ReplyDeleteLovely atmosphere!
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