Fiona, Callum, Elspet, and
her two brothers left Uncle Angus’s house and headed into town. “I’m not
sure where Mum is. She might be at work. I think I’ll stop by the bakery. Do
you want to come with me?”
“I’d better go home. I know
we’ve only been gone a few minutes our time, here in Scotland, but to me my
body is crying for a rest. I’m sure my mum will be anxious to see how
Alastair and Malcolm are doing. I’m going to lie down for a while,” Elspet
yawned. “Later on, I’m going to write in my journal and try to draw some
pictures of some of the things we saw today.”
“Elspet draw cat,” Alastair
“Yes, Alastair, I’ll draw you
a cat. Cheerio then.” She walked off, hand in hand with her brothers’.
“Dad will want me to help him
with Mr. Thomson.” Callum and Fiona stood at the edge of town. “You know,
Fiona, he’s sort of weird. He doesn’t even know what tablet is, or Yorkshire
pudding. Have you ever known an Englishman who didn’t know about Yorkshire
“That’s silly, Callum,” Fiona
“I’m going home too. I hope I
don’t have to work too hard this afternoon. I’m tired too. Ciao, Fiona.” He
ran toward home.
“Well, I guess that leaves me
all by my lonesome. I’ll go and see if Mum’s at work.” Fiona walked down the
street toward the bakery. She opened the door and saw only one person
inside. “Hello Mr. McKenzie. Is Mum working today?”
“She’ll be coming in soon, I
hope. I only need her for an hour or two and then she’s yours for the night.
Would you like to try some of this?” The baker pulled out a tray of
“What is it? I’ve never seen
“I just tried it for the
first time. I’ve never been able to get it quite right until now. It’s
called baklava and it’s Greek,” Mac McKenzie said, handing her a piece.
“Greek?” Fiona laughed. “I’d
love to try it,” she said, taking a bite. “It’s good, much better than a
“What in the world is a milk
“It’s from Greece too. This
is much better though. I love it.”
“It’s made of honey and thin
sheets of Filo pastry, lots of butter and chopped nuts. It will put the
pounds on quickly if you eat too much.” He warned as she reached for a
“Thank you, Mr. McKenzie. I’m
going to find my mum. Cheerio. She must still be at home. Wait a minute. I
remember. She was going to take some vegetables to Callum’s house. Oh well.
I’ll just go home and wait.” Fiona skipped down the street.
* * *
Fiona sat on the couch
Her mum opened the door. “Oh
there you are. How was your visit with your Uncle Angus? You weren’t gone
long.” She slipped off her cardigan, hung it on the back of the chair, and
sat down on the couch next to Fiona.
“It was interesting, Mum.
Callum came and so did Elspet and her wee brothers. They played with
blocks.” Fiona switched the television off. “Have you ever seen the carved
blocks he made with a Celtic design? They’re gorgeous.”
“I haven’t. They sound
lovely. Did you know Angus was leaving in the morning to go to Crianlarich
for a day or two? Did he mention it to you?”
“No, he didn’t tell us that.
When will he be back?”
“Probably on Monday morning.
It’s a short visit. I’m surprised he didn’t mention it. He’s catching the
train first thing in the morning and will be home late Monday afternoon.
He's doing a show on some of the other things he's carved. It must have
slipped his mind,” Mairi said.
“A lot of things slip his
mind. If he has other things like those blocks, he'll have no problem
selling them. How did it go over at Callum’s? Did his mum like the
vegetables? Did you see Mr. Thomson?” Fiona giggled.
“Anne loved the vegetables
and the bouquet of flowers and everything else I put in her basket. She’s
invited you and I over for supper tonight.”
“She has? Will Mr. Thomson be
“Yes, both of them. His
brother arrived just as I was leaving. His name is James. I must say though,
he’s not as handsome as Johnny. I don’t suppose you’d mind eating something
besides mince and tatties.”
“Callum said that Mr. Thomson
is weird. He said he’d never heard of Yorkshire pudding. Do you think Mrs.
McAllister will fix some for him tonight?”
“I have no idea. I told her
I’d bring something for sweet. I took her a fruit tart. I’ve got to go to
work for an hour or two. I’ll pick something up and be home around 6 p.m. Be
ready to go,” Mairi said.
“Mum, bring some baklava.
It’s from Greece. I know Callum will like it. I sure did and I think you
will too,” Fiona said, remembering the taste.
“Baklava? I didn’t know we
sold it, but will do. Watch television and keep yourself occupied. If you
find yourself with nothing to do, feel free to go and do some weeding in the
flower garden.” Mairi slipped her cardigan back on and heading out the door.