“What constitutes your family?” I asked, slightly surprised by this revelation.
“I had assumed you were single and childless, like us.” Raymond shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“I’m a widower, Eleanor,” Sammy said. “Jean died five years ago— cancer. Took her quick, in the end.”
He paused and sat up straighter. “I’ve two sons and a daughter. Keith’s my eldest, married with two wee ones.
They’re cheeky monkeys, those boys,” he said, his eyes crinkling.
“Gary’s my other son; Gary and Michelle—they’re not married, but they live together.
That seems to be the way of it these days. And Laura, my youngest... well, God knows about Laura.
Divorced twice by the age of thirty-five, can you believe it? She’s got her own wee business, a nice house and a car...
she just can’t seem to find a good man. Or when she does find one, she can’t hang on to him.”
I found this interesting. “I’d counsel your daughter not to worry,” I said, with confidence.
“In my recent experience, the perfect man appears when you’re least expecting it.
Fate throws him into your path, and then providence ensures that you will end up together.”
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