Lily hugged her grandmother, then held her face between her hands, looking into her soft blue eyes. It had seemed an eternity since she'd been able to do that, and she felt that tears were imminent again.

Maeve kissed them all, long and hard. When they started to leave the room, they walked backwards, waving. Maeve blew them kisses.

“Goodbye, darlings,” she said. “Goodbye, Lily and Liam and Rose.”

Lily smiled, turning away as the tears really began to flow. Her grandmother had just called her Lily. Mara was gone forever.

It was past ten o'clock at night. Across the Gold Star Bridge, on the other side of the Thames River, they went to Rosie's, an old silver diner, with turquoise leatherette booths. Rose was thrilled to go to a place with her name, and about getting to order blueberry pancakes late at night.

Lily sat beside Rose, and she and Liam held hands across the table. They talked about Maeve, and Rose asked what she should call her, should it be Granny? Lily said they'd better ask Maeve.

“I like the name Maeve,” Rose said.

“Maeve was a warrior queen in Irish legend,” Lily said. “She was from the Connaught, in the west of Ireland.”

“Named for a queen, wow,” Rose said.

“A warrior queen, no less,” Liam said, nodding his head to Lily. “Granddaughter of Maeve.”

“Do I seem as if I have the blood of a warrior queen?” she asked.

“Totally, Mommy,” Rose said. “The way you boss people around in hospitals, when they're not paying attention to me.”

“I've done that,” Lily agreed.

The waitress came over with their blueberry pancakes. She knocked over Liam's water glass, and a small amount spilled on his lap. He cleaned it up quickly, smiling, and Lily felt a small, quiet, unexpected sense of safety. A memory arose: Edward going into a rage because a waiter spilled his water. The evening had been turned upside down over that one small thing. He had stopped speaking, eaten in silence, slammed the money down on the table without leaving a tip.

That had been crazy, Lily thought now, watching Liam and Rose happily eat their pancakes. Lily took a deep breath, feeling how safe and normal her life had become.

“I could call her Maeve,” Rose said between bites.

“Your great-grandmother?” Lily asked.

“Yes,” Rose said. “I like the name a lot. I'm glad she's named after Queen Maeve. I want to call her that.”

“But I thought you didn't like to call adults by their first names,” Liam said.

“I didn't say that,” Rose said, frowning.

Lily sipped her milk, wondering what conversation she had missed.

“Well, when I asked if you wanted to call me Liam.”

Rose instantly turned bright red.

“What is it, honey?” Lily asked. “Do you think it's too impolite for you to stop calling him Dr. Neill and start calling him Liam? Is it because he's our friend instead of a relative, like Granny?”