She only nodded and said a soft, "Thank ye," for his apologies about her father. Then he was asking questions about Pony. "I suppose if he was ready ta make peace, he could visit," she said. She did not hate Pony, she missed him terribly even though he was completely rotten to her the last time they saw each other. She could never hate him. "He is me brother and I miss him."

When he mentioned the accounts, she nodded, "Aye, I can look at yer books some time. I am very good with numbers, as ye can probably guess by the fact I had two babies." She chuckled.

"Nay, I do not have a picture of him. We never got a chance ta get there because he was always at the hospital working as was I..." She paused and looked away, "He died as if possessed. Thrashin about, speakin' in Latin... In voices that didn't sound like his. I... I watched it happen." A tear dribbled down her face, then another, and another... "He was tryin' ta help me friend who died the same way. He became obsessed with her death and was doin' everythin' he could to find the cause and it killed him. Whatever it was. He knew I was pregnant, but he never got to see them, no. It's amazin' I didn't lose them."