“Yes, that’s true, but he was visiting. He’ll return soon, and then he’ll start the work that will lead to his greatest contributions to humanity.”
“A little later I may go for a walk on the beach, Donald,” I said. “It’s a clear evening and so comfortably warm. Look,” I continued, pointing upward. “There is Orion, the hunter, and his dog. I feel the call of those stars.”
“I won’t accompany you on your walk,” said Donald. “However,why don’t we have dinner first and then the rest of the evening will be yours. Charlie would be delighted to have you join us for dinner at his home. He’s preparing a real Scottish dinner. You know he lives alone now. After his wife died a few years ago, he never remarried. He doesn’t have any children or kin in these parts, but he so enjoys bringing pleasure to everyone with his bagpipe. I’m sure he’ll play for you, if you come.”
“Dinner and the bagpipe too? Why, of course, Donald. How could I refuse? When do we go?”
“Now, if you like,” he responded.
“Good, let’s go have a great time at Charlie’s place.” As we approached Charlie’s house, a melancholy refrain floated down to greet us. We walked up to his door and knocked; interrupting his music, Charlie ushered us inside.
“I’m so glad you could come,”he said. “I know how busy you are, but we don’t get to see you much these days. How are Gideon and Marla?”
“Do you know them?” I asked, surprised.
“Of course, my lord. They stop by every now and then. We are truly honored when they visit. Please tell them to come again, soon.”
“I certainly will tell them. And please,Charlie, you and Donald stop calling me ‘my lord’ and ‘my chieftain.’ It’s rather uncomfortable.”
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