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when I reached
in my pocket for my handkerchief, I guess I still must have been a bit muddled because
I blindly pulled out the sandwich bag which now was open. As I touched it, my
fingers made contact with the bit of cloth that Mac sent in the envelope.
    My feet suddenly
felt made of lead. I stopped in my tracks and was instantly assailed by the
oppressive feeling that had me in its clutches so many years earlier in
Ireland.
    The sandwich bag
stayed in my pocket, but the cloth was now open in my hands as a long triangle.
As I suspected and dreaded, it was the same size as the piece missing from my
blouse -- though it was faded and perhaps a bit thinner, as if it had aged.
    Lightning sizzled across
the sky. A gust of wind came up from the side of the bluff and ruffled my
shirt, though I was only aware of the wind and lightning as nuisances. I
couldn't seem to tear my gaze from the cloth.
    As tears continued to
fall for a reason I was unable to fathom, I placed my hand on my shirt. The piece
of fabric I had in my hand began to pull away from me as if trying to become
one with its bigger piece.
    "Mac!" I
cried as a bolt of lightning scorched the air in front of me, blinding me. I
don't know why I called for him and not my mom or dad. All I knew in that
instant, was that Mac was the reason this moment was happening.
     
    Before I Was Born
    I'm not sure how
long darkness kept me in its embrace. I only know it had to be a long time
because it was nearing sunset when I opened my eyes. At the same time, I heard
someone speaking to me in a language I was unfamiliar with, though syllables of
it sounded lyrical and pleasant in my ears.
    The language sounded
Irish, but it wasn't. Still, the brogue sound was very appealing. Then the
words switched to English.
    "Lass! Lass!
Can ye hear me, lass?"
    I blinked a couple
times to clear my foggy vision and found myself looking into a pair of the most
beautiful eyes I'd ever seen. And they belonged to a handsome man. Familiar,
too, though I couldn't immediately place where I'd seen him before.
    I forced my eyes
away from him to take in the area, because something didn't feel quite right. Beyond
the man, I saw hills and the ruins of what looked like a castle.  And to his
side was a pastoral scene. On the other side was a nice old home and a sturdy
barn that looked more functional than up-to-date. Sheep and beautifully spotted
cows grazed beyond an enclosed area.
    Where had the farm
come from? There were no farms near the trail. And the farms near me were home
to black cows, not gloriously colorful cows.
    But I couldn't keep
my glance away from the man for long. 
    There was something
about his eyes. They were a beautiful color -- almost, but not quite navy -- if
I had to pick a color. His hair was thick and such a dark auburn it was almost
black. I blinked. I knew just by the look of it, that it would have dark auburn
highlights in the sun.
    " Ti'n iawn?"
    When
I didn't say anything, he asked, " Are ye okay? Who are ye?"
    The man was most
likely European judging by his accent, but what was he doing in South Dakota?
Probably heading for the Badlands or Mount Rushmore, I surmised. But what was
he doing on this out-of-the-way trail that only locals used?
    I nodded. "What
happened?" Then I did a double-take. I did see a castle, though it did
look a bit rundown. How on earth had I missed a castle in Sioux Falls?
    "Not sure."
    His voice snapped
my attention back to his face.
    "I went to check
the gate and here ye were."
    I knew I was
frowning, but boy oh boy there was something familiar about the man in front of
me, who I guessed to be about my age.
    He turned away from
me, presumably to check the gate. It gave me an opportunity to check him out a little better. And if he did catch me looking at him, he would only think
I was dazed or confused. Or both.
    His lips were manly
and full. And even in his crouched position, I could tell he was tall and had a
muscular build. The man had a strong neck and broad