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Priam listened in rapt attention as she described her homeland. He’d certainly heard of Ireland, and Dublin, but had never been there, so it was akin to hearing about some far off, beautiful land. The way her face lit up while talking about it and her uncle’s pub was refreshing and lovely, although it saddened him to know she’d likely never see it again. “There is nothing to apologize for,” he said, reaching across the bed to give her hand a comforting squeeze. “You didn’t choose to be uprooted from your home—taken from all you know. It’s more than natural to feel conflicted. I just hope you don’t hold yourself to blame for whatever happened and has happened.”
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“Call me foolhardy, but I’ve managed to survive this long in this hole,” Allen said with a grin. He observed her as she talked, noting the shift in countenance, the lengthy breath. Missy was letting on more than she meant to, but he decided to let her have her moment and not point it out. “Did you expect less of a lion like myself?” He asked, widening his self-righteous grin. Sobering a bit, he added, “I may not be much, but I’m loyal to those I find worthy, missy. Remember that. And now, we can move about our day.”
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Haley sighed dramatically in relief when he mentioned ‘silent’. “Oh good; mama’s got to have her rest, so as long as she’s quiet, she can be up all hours of the night,” she joked. She adjusted the potted plant in her arm before getting out of the car.