“Does this mean he won’t want my help with that field demonstration he was starting to tell me about?” Connelly asked wryly.
Shaking his head, Boike left.
Connelly rolled off me and onto his elbow.
“Guess we better not get knocked about by fire hoses,” he said.
He helped me up and we sat there awhile, shoulder to shoulder, leaning against each other.
Forty-eight
It was Saturday night, and I was celebrating. Cy Warren was in jail and would probably sit in Old Sparky. The Vanhorn sisters had cried some when I’d told them every detail I knew of their father’s fate, but they’d thanked me a dozen times. So tonight I’d thrown caution to the wind and put on lipstick.
I stepped into Finn’s and stopped in surprise. The place was packed.
Some tables had been moved out to clear space for a motley group of musicians. They were playing at breakneck speed and their faces glowed with joy. A rosy-cheeked girl sat next to my old concertina teacher, both pumping the little squeeze boxes on their knees while their fingers flew. Finn and a woman I didn’t know were playing fiddles. There was a man with a long-necked mandolin of some sort, and another with the right kind of flute.
Sitting at the center of them, with one foot tapping, was Connelly with his whistle. His whole being radiated happiness.
As if drawn by a signal, he looked up and saw me. His eyes cut to the other players. Without missing a beat, they swung full tilt into a centuries old reel.
My throat closed over with emotions so intense I couldn’t move.
The name of the tune was Over the Moor to Maggie.
The End
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Books by M. Ruth Myers
No Game for a Dame (Maggie Sullivan #1)
Tough Cookie (Maggie Sullivan #2)
Don’t Dare a Dame (Maggie Sullivan #3)
The Whiskey Tide
A Touch of Magic
Out of print:
A Journey to Cuzco
Captain’s Pleasure
Friday’s Daughter
Costly Pleasures
Insights
Love Unspoken
A Private Matter
An Officer and a Lady
About the Author:
Ruth is the author of more than a dozen books, in assorted genres, which have been translated, optioned for film and condensed for magazine publication. She and her husband have one grown daughter. They live in Ohio as domestic staff to an over-empowered cat.