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^"She just needs time, Harvey. Give her time," Barbara protested.

"Yes," I agreed, nodding. "I just need time." I needed time to take me back, to whisk me away. Time was the one thing I wanted and the one thing no one could give me.^

^Brigid was in her room, and Eoin was playing marbles in the adjoining parlor with Fergus, who showed him no mercy but a good deal of patience.^

Oh I love that

^I didn’t think time offered clarity so much as time stripped away the emotion that colored memories.^

^The O'Tooles would be back for Christmas dinner in the evening, and we would break the news to them then, but I was already counting the hours until I became Anne Smith.^

Why do I have a bad feeling about this…

^Love isn't blind, it's blinding.^

cont’d

"They can't forget, they never will, the wind and waves remember Him still."^

cont’d

"I don't like remembering that Jesus died," Eoin insisted, his voice rising. Brigid's shoulders fell, and I patted her hand. She was trying, and Eoin wasn't being especially receptive.

"Remember Him, remember when, remember that He'll come again, when all the hope and love is lost, remember that He paid the cost," Thomas sang softly from the doorway.

cont’d

"I don't like that song, Nana," Eoin said, his voice hitching with the sobs that still shuddered through him.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Because it's about Jesus, and Jesus died."

Brigid looked a little shocked, and I felt inappropriate laughter bubbling in my chest.

"It’s not a sad song, though. It's a song about remembering," she protested.

A song…

^"He tamed the waters, tamed the wind, He saved a dying world from sin, they can't forget, they never will, the wind and waves remember Him still," Brigid warbled tentatively.

"He healed the sick, the blind, the lame, the poor in heart cry out His name. We can't forget, we never will, the wind and waves remember Him still," she continued.

^”I'm beginning to think only the wind knows what happened to Anne."

"Aithnionn an gaithe. The wind knows everything," I agreed softly. "That's what Eoin told me when I was small.^