stomach, saying into the pillow, âSounds boring.â
âWhy on earth did you come to an archaeological dig if you arenât interested in it?â I couldnât help but ask.
âGunner likes it,â she said, waving a hand in the air. âAnd Mom said I could come here for the summer, so I said it would be fun, but now that Iâm here, it doesnât look that great. Itâs nice being in England, though. Also, I thought Uncle Elliott would have at least a couple of horses.â
âAnd now the truth comes outâyouâre here solely for the horse action,â I said with a smile.
She giggled. âHave you ever heard of a castle that didnât have horses?â
âNo, but Iâm not conversant with castles. Regardless, Iâm sorry there are no horses here, but it was nice of your father to let you have lessons.â
âGunnerâs cool,â Cressy said with another wave of her hand, which Iâm sure she intended to be languid, but there was nothing even remotely languid about her. She fairly teemed with energy. Even now sheâd had enough of lying down and leaped to her feet, smacking her head on one of the aluminum tent struts. âHeâs much nicerthan my stepdad, Steve. All Steve wants to do is ski and snowboard, and things like that. Heâs afraid of horses.â The last came out in a bit of a sneer. âIâm pretty sure Gunnerâs not afraid of horses.â
âIâm sure heâs not. Do you mind my asking why, if your dad lives in the castle, you decided to stay in a tent? Iâm fairly certain that your grandmother would be more comfortable with a real bed than on an air mattress.â
âI told you earlier,â she said, spinning around until she located a hair scrunchie. âGunner said we could stay there, but Gran knew I like camping, so we agreed to be out here with the archaeologists. Gran says theyâre interesting, and we can be independent.â
âWhy do you call him Gunner?â I couldnât help but ask.
She shrugged, and yanked aside the tent flap, making the whole structure wobble for a minute. âOh, hi, Gran. I didnât know you were up. Iâm going to see if I can find the old pony and three-legged donkey Gunner told me about yesterday. Then Iâll do the field thing to find Roman junk thatâs lying around on the ground. Laters!â
I emerged from the tent to find Salma seated gracefully on a camping chair, unscrewing the lid on a thermos. âShe calls Gunner by his Christian name because my daughter didnât bother to tell him that he had a child until Cressida was almost ten. Which is a shame for many reasons, not the least of which is he took to being a father extremely well.â
I hesitated, wanting to know more, but reminding myself that just because I had to work with Gunner on Rogerâs project didnât mean I had to feel empathy for him. On the contrary, the more I could keep him at armâs length, the better. I knew I wouldnât be able to hide the fact that I wasnât a photojournalist from him for long, but I had a faint hope that Iâd be able to avoid all technicalconversations with him. Despite that, I couldnât help but ask, âWhy didnât your daughter want him to know about Cressy? She is delightful, if a bit energetic.â
âShe is charming, and wonderful, and I thank god daily for bringing her into my life,â Salma said simply. Then she added a bit more pragmatically, âMy daughter is an only child, and unfortunately, my late husband and I spoiled her horribly. We didnât realize our mistake until she was in her teens, but by then the die had been cast. She decided that Gunner wasnât worthy of knowing about Cressida until she met her current husband. That was when she changed her mind. I think the fact that her husband likes to travel had something to do with itâat the time, I was
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