‘Ah . . . I was feeling down in the dumps after . . . eh . . . well you know, the upset at the party,’ Imelda said delicately. ‘I needed a bit of a lift. Not a facelift now,’ she added hastily.

‘Well you look great on it – years younger,’ Brigid approved. ‘I might try it myself.’

‘If you decide to do it, I’ll give you the surgeon’s contact details,’ Imelda yawned. ‘I’ll sleep well tonight.’

‘Me too,’ agreed Brigid, delighted that tonight she would have a room with a double bed in it, and a TV, all to herself. ‘I’ve really enjoyed these few days. It’s hard to believe we’ve done so much.’

‘I certainly got what I came for, and more,’ Keelin said, eyes aglow. ‘My card was so apt.’

‘So was mine,’ Marie-Claire smiled at her mother.

‘Do you want to say, or will we keep it private?’ Keelin ventured.

‘Mine said Revelation. And the minute I saw the musical notes in Rosslyn, I knew I’ve got to bring Frankie and his business partner over here. It was a real affirmation that their work on the Solfeggio Frequencies is spot on,’ Marie-Claire declared. ‘What was yours?’

‘Sacred Sexuality. What could be more apt after what we saw today? The balance of male and female. The marriage of the Divine Masculine to the Divine Feminine. And the guide in Rosslyn confirmed that the Double Helix there symbolized the same. Win-win for me.’ Keelin gave the thumbs up. ‘Mère?’ Do you care to tell us or would you like to keep it private. No pressure, honestly,’ Keelin invited.

‘Believe it or not, mine was Little Children,’ Brigid said softly. ‘How appropriate for me that today, I told you about my own child. And how lovely for me also that Mary Magdalene acknowledged my work with the African children I was so privileged to serve.’ Brigid’s eyes glistened in the firelight.

‘Ah, that’s lovely, Mère.’ Marie-Claire felt a wave of love for her great-aunt.

‘I suppose you want to know what mine was?’ Imelda made a face.

‘Only if you want to tell us, Mam. We don’t want to invade your privacy,’ Keelin said firmly. The visit to Iona and Dervaig had gone so well, she didn’t want anything to spoil their evening.

‘I might as well be honest, it was very blunt,’ Imelda confessed. ‘I got a bit of a start, to tell you the truth.’

‘Don’t tell us if you don’t want to, Imelda,’ Brigid patted her sister on the arm.