#ScribesAndMakers 2 Whatever?
Aidan set out from Iona to come here. Perhaps he didn't know what he was going to do either. Was he up to it? Whatever it was? Convert the heathen Saxons?
It must have sounded like a death sentence.
“I don’t know,” Jim said.
“I do,” Mis said. “You’ve got to grab it with both hands, Cousin James!”
“It’s Jim, Mis! Jim! Don’t ever call me Cousin James, again.”
“Sure, Jim. Whatever. Go home and tell your wife.”