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I shrugged. “Anyone would hae helped ye, Woodshee, ye were a damsel in distress.”
“No, they wouldn’t, not at all, plus most people wouldn’t listen to me go on and on about my hike the whole way home. Thanks for that, too.”
“Now see, ye hae had a peak experience. It will be a gift tae ye — from now on ye can divide all the people in the world between those who are proud of ye and want tae hear tell of yer accomplishments, and those who daena care about it — who is a friend and who inna.”
“Do you have a peak experience like that?”
“Aye, I hae been livin’ it. I came tae the US tae see m’dad off tae the great beyond and when I called home my sister listened tae my rants about how he was a wanker and she agreed with me on it because she is a braw lass. But my mate Johnny got bored from hearing about it, and told me tae stop bellyachin’. Thus he himself is an equal wanker tae m’dear old dad. It’s good tae ken these things.”
“He doesn’t sound like a good mate at all, you deserve a lot better. So if I come down to the Och Nae pub and buy you a beer we can sit and you can tell me about your ex-mate, Johnny—”
“He inna an ex-mate, he’s still m’best mate, I just ken he is a wanker...”
“We won’t talk about him then, because I agree with you that he is a total wanker, but I don’t know him and I don’t want you to think I’m overly judgmental.”
I laughed, “Och, ye called Johnny a ‘wanker’, he would think ye a bonnie lass.”
She grinned, then grew serious, a look that caused a small furrow between her brow. “So I’ll buy you a beer and you can tell me about losing your dad, and I’ll tell you about my cheating husband, and we can commiserate with each other.”
“And ye could tell me more about the hike.”
“I already told you everything about the hike!”
“Och, tis right, I remember now, that was before ye started snoring.” I pulled her formerly pink, now dingy gray backpack from the bed of the truck and lugged it up the front steps to the cabin and dropped it with a heavy thud on the porch. Blakely unlocked the door.
“See ye tonight, Woodshee.”
“That nickname really stuck, huh?”
“Ye hae even more sticks in yer hair now, ye must be named for a fairy, else the world daena make sense.”
She grinned. “Well, the world has been kinda senseless, so if calling me Woodshee fixes it then I’m all in.”
“Good.”
She slowly shook her head. “I swear sometimes it’s like I know you from somewhere before.”
“I daena think we run in the same circles.”
“Yeah, but you seem familiar, like I’ve known you since forever.”
I joked, “Hae ye spent much time in the stadiums or pubs of Scotland? Maybe ye were passin’ the whisky bottle alongside me in the back room of the Brass Monkey?”
“No, definitely not, I’ve never been to Scotland.”
“And I haena been anywhere but Scotland, so we canna ken each other, tis impossible, but I ken what ye mean.”
“You do?”
“Aye, I attribute it tae yer fairy magic.”
“You think I’m magic?”
“Aye.”
