“What did you learn of the Poynters?”
“Nothing. Only that they lived in King’s End in Bicester.”
“That’s in Oxfordshire, I believe.”
“I suppose.” How did she know things like this? “At any rate, we brought her home but couldn’t linger—we had to return home ourselves to pass on the information I’d uncovered. So I don’t really know anything about Eloise’s people. And even less about those here in America.”
“You wouldn’t. The family arrived in Braddockville while you and Owen and Phin were in Cuba. Noah’s line mostly intermarried with Remember’s.”
“I’d like to stay nearby.”
“I thought you might. You’re welcome to stay in my root cellar if you choose.”
“Thank you. I’d best find myself some dinner before I settle in for the day.”
She rested her hand on his shoulder. “Come when you’re ready.”
* * * *
By the time 2006 rolled around, Gabe had been without a black swan for thirty-three years. Waiting a few more years shouldn’t have mattered.