“Ah, thank you, dearest,” Ewart said, with a little flourish of rusty Norwegian as he found the map precisely where his wife had said. He had been quite interested in the next question she’d asked, but their son-in-law’s tone saw him turn to face them both again, map half-forgotten in his hands.
He blinked. “My boy, didn’t she tell you?” he exclaimed, suddenly bemused. It had come as quite a shock to them just the same with the first owl’s arrival, but the impulse for adventure Astrild evidently had was understandable... Why Eugene seemed unaware was rather the mystery, though. “Of course, she didn’t tell us her plans either...” He added, mulling the entire thing over in his mind, “...but perhaps one of her owls got a little lost on its way over?” It seemed a reasonable guess to account for this particular missing puzzle piece. The owl that had delivered theirs had looked a little haggard after its journey. Ewart glanced at Ailsa, quite perplexed. Had Eugene really not heard about Norway?
He blinked. “My boy, didn’t she tell you?” he exclaimed, suddenly bemused. It had come as quite a shock to them just the same with the first owl’s arrival, but the impulse for adventure Astrild evidently had was understandable... Why Eugene seemed unaware was rather the mystery, though. “Of course, she didn’t tell us her plans either...” He added, mulling the entire thing over in his mind, “...but perhaps one of her owls got a little lost on its way over?” It seemed a reasonable guess to account for this particular missing puzzle piece. The owl that had delivered theirs had looked a little haggard after its journey. Ewart glanced at Ailsa, quite perplexed. Had Eugene really not heard about Norway?
