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Post by Michael on Jan 4, 2008 2:49:59 GMT -5
*He sort of stood there, a little pink, not wanting to interrupt the moment. He had set the bags down.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 4, 2008 2:54:24 GMT -5
"Ach, lookit me..." *Kathy drew back, pulling herself together.*
"Ye all know Mikey...Michael MacNamara...me husband." *She turned pink just saying it out loud.*
"Of course we know wee Mikey," *said Sorcha, swooping in to give Michael a hug and a kiss and a pinch on the cheek.* "Ah for the days when I'd take a switch to ye for stickin' fingers in my pies. And now he's up and married our Kathy!" *she beamed.
Darra Kelly shuffled forward, leaning heavily on his cane, but peering keenly at Michael.*
"Ye'll do, boyo. I knew yer Da well. Ye'll do well enough," *he said by way of an approval.*
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Post by Michael on Jan 4, 2008 2:56:13 GMT -5
*He scuffed his boots and looked the man in the eyes.*
"Thank ye, sir. I hope I will."
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Post by Kathy on Jan 4, 2008 3:00:53 GMT -5
"Alright, everyone back to the wagon!" *said Sorcha.* "I've left the hired girl tending the sodabread and she's probably burnt the house down by now!"
*Rory and Neill helped Michael with the bags, then Rory climbed into the driver's seat while the rest of them piled into the back of the wagon as they headed back to the Kelly farm.
Kathy sat beside Michael and gazed hungrily at the landscape.*
"It's hardly changed...not in the year since I left...nor in the ten years since ye did..."
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Post by Michael on Jan 4, 2008 3:01:50 GMT -5
*He laughed softly.*
"Home." *He said.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 4, 2008 3:05:11 GMT -5
"...is it, Michael?" *she asked quietly.* "When I was at Manderley, I thought...well I could never get Ireland out of my mind. And I never will..."
*She squinted at the rolling green hills and fields and low stone walls.*
"But now...now we're not a part of this anymore...we belong to Manderley. Our home is there, and when we build our family it will be there...and not here."
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Post by Michael on Jan 4, 2008 3:06:47 GMT -5
*He smiled a bit sadly.*
"Home's wherever we make it, leannán." *He took her hand.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 4, 2008 3:07:52 GMT -5
"Yes," *she said with a matching faint sadness in her tone, squeezing his hand gently.*
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Post by Michael on Jan 4, 2008 3:10:07 GMT -5
*He grinned.*
"We'd best stop gettin' sentimental or yer family's goin't'notice." *He mumbled in her ear.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 4, 2008 3:11:22 GMT -5
"Mam n' Da have too much tact to mention it, Neill's too shy to talk about anythin' and Ror's thick as two planks about sentiment," *she said with a giggle.*
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Post by Michael on Jan 4, 2008 3:12:18 GMT -5
"Ye couldn't pay me to be an adolescent again." *He chuckled.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 4, 2008 3:16:00 GMT -5
"Aye...poor wee Neill. We'll have a terrible time getting him married off," *she said.* "Da was just like him--could barely speak a word around the girls. Did ye know me Mam was the one who asked him to marry her? She says she knew he'd've never done it himself."
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Post by Michael on Jan 4, 2008 3:17:55 GMT -5
*He chuckled.*
"Somehow I suspect it was th'same way with me own mam an' da."
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Post by Kathy on Jan 4, 2008 3:18:42 GMT -5
"The good Lord forbid ye ever have any daughters, Michael Conor MacNamara. They'll be a trial like no other."
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Post by Michael on Jan 4, 2008 14:46:55 GMT -5
*He chuckled.*
"I only suppose me mam asked him because she was raised getting anything she wanted by askin' fer it. And she wanted him."
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