I’d hoped to retire early, not to sleep, but just to seek some time alone. I seemed to be needing a lot of that lately—to think and perhaps sulk a while. It didn’t happen. I’d gotten half a dozen steps out of the dining hall before Kenna McMillan stopped me. Eoghanan’s mother was a stunning woman who showed only the slightest signs of aging with a few perfectly-placed strands of hair turning gray. On her, it was rather fetching. She was also one of the most kind and open-minded women I’d ever met. Mitsy’s blunt way of speaking and no-nonsense attitude came as no surprise, she’d been born in the twenty-first century, after all, but Kenna rivaled her. I’d expected a woman born so many centuries earlier, in a time when women were often thought of in a very different way, to be more reserved in her speech, more judgmental perhaps of situations that differed from societal expectations. She was none of these things. She’d opened her son’s home and her arms to my family, never questioning the odd situation, never making us feel unwelcome or “less-than”.
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