The remains of Lady Laird’s engagement ring. She didn’t kill Raebert.
The new ring arrived yesterday. I put it on her finger myself.
She said she’d do it again. After we’d argued about the Pope. You should all be so lucky.
Raebert is hiding. As he should.
I live with the guy. I should know. He needed to tell her again. You all do.
Whew! Sounds like the makings of a very bad scene, handled gracefully by Lady Laird and her beau.
This is a happy post. Thanks for sharing.