”“I’ve missed her so,” Penelope said, and then sighed. “So much is... I only remember bits of what’s happened while I’ve been here. I...remember you coming, though. I thought you were her, come back to me somehow.”“It broke my heart when you realized I wasn’t her,” Ella admitted.“You know, I can almost hear her singing...” The old woman’s eyes grew distant for a few seconds, but a shake of her head brought her back. “But, enough wool-gathering. I know I don’t have much time left.”“So...” . He released his grip on her hips and backed up a foot then ran his hand up her spine and over her neckbefore grabbing her gently by the hair on the back of her head, leaned in and whispered in her ear“follow me and I’ll keep you safe dear” and lead her down the boardwalk until they came to an areawith two benches off to the side on an area to stop and look into the mangrove swamp. Up ahead wasanother Spanish soldier on a horse leading some captured Indians. He pushed her up against the. I had stared fondly at Arran as we passed down its western seaboard, passing Brodick Bay with high Goat's Fell towering over it and passed Lamlash Bay with its Holy Isle sheltering the anchorage. My parents had brought me to Arran on vacation when I was younger and I had lots of pleasant memories of my time there. Arran had been described as Scotland in miniature, all of the features of the mainland replicated in some way on the island.Looping round the tiny Davaar Island we sailed up. "No way Beth you will laugh and tell everyone I was wearing girl'sclothes." I start to play again with some of my long hair that is fallingout of the one ponytail I have. Sis just continues to stare at me actinggirly.I see sis watching me playing with my hair. "No it will be fun, I'll justdress you up like you were my baby sister and then when I have to go outyou can change back and I won't tell mom that your really a sissy boy." Iget scared hearing sis calling me a sissy boy."You promise you.