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My Son In Law
By elvara hrolfswiffe
Louisa could barely contain her excitement as the plane neared landing into Calgary airport. She had
been plotting and planning this holiday for months if not years. She smiled up at the steward who
came to check that her seat-belt was secured as the plane started its descent into the city. The
pilot had already told them it was a balmy 10 C and Louisa was relieved that she'd packed a couple
of extra jumpers. Most of the passengers leaped to their feet as soon as they were able to leave.
Louisa just waited patiently for the crowd to disperse before picking up her hand luggage and
heading down the walkway to immigration. She had already made sure all the paperwork was easily
accessible for the drugs she was carrying. Being well over fifty had its problems, and insulin was
only one of them. Her passport was checked over thoroughly. She'd done a lot of traveling since
she'd been widowed six years before. She still missed Pete like mad; they'd had a wonderful marriage
that had lasted nearly thirty years. He'd made her promise to keep living after he'd gone and she'd
kept that promise: hence this trip.
Coming through the gate she looked for Honehe. They had been friends for years, having met on a
fanfiction site for which they both wrote stories. They had never met, but it had been the Cheyenne
woman, who had been on the end of the phone, during the night when Louisa had first lost her
husband. It had been Honehe who had celebrated with her when her youngest had been accepted as a
researcher in Africa, working with big cats and it had been Honehe that had watched over the
computer as her eldest had taken her vows with the love of her life.
They had been BFF (best friends forever) without having ever met. Now, Louisa had three whole weeks
of girlie gossip and silly giggly times to enjoy.
Honehe kept looking at the arrivals board. Trust Louisa to do things differently. She was
that sort of woman. Most people who flew into Calgary took the easy route: UK to Toronto and
then onwards, but not Louisa. She had found a direct flight from Glasgow, so had flown down from
the little island she lived on and then straight to Calgary. She said she wanted to spend every
minute possible in Calgary not waiting for connections.
And there she was, long auburn hair, flowing down her back from where it had escaped the sensible
bun she habitually wore. If you looked at her, you would never believe she was well over fifty. She
came across as so much younger. Women her age just shouldn't look good in a tour tee shirt and
jeans. It wasn't fair for the rest of the females in the world. Not that she would admit it. She
still thought she was over-weight.
Louisa started jumping up and down the minute she saw her friend. There were squeals and hugs as the
women met in the flesh for the first time. The two pull-along hold-alls abandoned on the floor for a
few minutes as dark brown eyes looked into cinnamon and then there were more squeals.
They didn't stop talking all the way to Honehe's apartment. Louisa soon settled into the guest room
and took a shower. She'd been traveling for nearly twenty-four hours and knew she needed it.
Food was next and then sleep. Good friends understood the need for sleep. Louisa never required
much, she had been able to get by on less than six for years; couple that with the ability to sleep
anywhere and a nap was all she really needed.
It wasn't long before both women were up and talking again. They had so much to catch up on, photos
of grandchildren were pulled out and ahhhed over.
“Your daughter makes beautiful babies,” Honehe commented as she looked at the latest
pictures of her friend's grandchildren. The eldest lad had curly dark locks that most women would
kill for, and was stuffing his face with cake.
“That one was taken at the twins' birthday party.” Louisa handed over another
photograph. “That's Darla and that's Sophia. They have their papa wrapped around their little
fingers already. It doesn't seem possible that they are two and a half now. I haven't seen them for
“Does Lizzie know you've come to see me?” Honehe asked with a grin.
“Nope. I phone her once a week and that's all. She doesn't need her mother interfering in her
life. She's happy and that's all that matters,” Louisa answered honestly. “I had enough
problems with my mother and I swore I wouldn't cause the sort of trouble I had. Anyway she'll find
out soon enough, I'll email her after the concert.”
Honehe burst out laughing, nearly spraying her coffee all over the room. The concert was what Louisa
had used as an excuse to come to Calgary. This grandmother was into Scandinavian rock and had been
for years. She'd seen a lot of the really big groups and there was a Scand-fest on at the
Saddledome. Honehe had managed to get front-row tickets for the pair of them. It was going to be an
amazing day out. The music started at noon the following day and they would be rocking til 2 AM or
later. Honehe's nephews had been so jealous when they'd found out that the two women had tickets for
the opening night. The fest was on for three days and the boys hadn't managed to get any tickets at
all. They were far too expensive. Brennan and William had made her promise to, at least, pick each
of them up a tee shirt. Honehe had agreed with a grin.
Morning came all too quickly for the two women. It hadn't helped that they'd stayed up talking until
nearly midnight. Louisa had taken her insulin shot before crawling into bed. She wasn't going to let
anything spoil this holiday.
William and Brennan were already at the condo when Louisa came into the breakfast room. She elicited
a wolf whistle from one of the young men when they saw her all dressed up. She was ready to rock.
The black velvet bustier was topped with a leather jacket and the blood red velvet skirt was
buttoned up just enough to keep it decent leaving a flash of leg and high heeled lace up boots.
Louisa didn't look like anyone's Grandmother at that point.
“The boys came to say hello, bitch because we have tickets, and ask, again for
souvenirs,” Honehe said as she passed Louisa a plate of toast.
“Honehe says you want one of the tee shirts. I'll see what I can manage,” Louisa
promised them both. “And thank you for the whistle. Good to know I pass muster,” she
added with a smile before turning to Honehe, “Never mind getting home, we'll see if we can't
pick up a nice couple of toy boys to play with,” then burst out laughing at the twin looks of
shock on their faces. “I'm getting old, but I'm not dead yet. And if you blush at that never
read what I write to your aunt, you'll stay that colour permanently,” she added.
Honehe spent the whole ride telling Louisa about all the sights in the city, there was so much to
do. Louisa was really looking forward to her adventure. They had even arranged to go riding one day.
It had been years since she had been on a horse, but the countryside looked so inviting.
The Saddledome station was filled to over flowing when they arrived. Honehe had arranged for them to
have lunch in one of the restaurants before the concert. The food was gorgeous, but Louisa was
anxious to get down to the arena and start spending money.
All over, there were posters of the bands that were playing: Ragnarok, Hammerfall, Him,
Apocalyptica, Tyr, all the really big names on the Scandinavian rock music scene. Louisa pushed her
way through the crowds and picked out two tees for the Honehe's nephews. She would give them to the
boys the next time she saw them. They were of The Rasmus, who were due to play the following day.
Brennan had told Louisa they were one of his favourite groups. She hoped they'd be pleased.
The bell sounded a warning that the music was about to start so the two women made their way in
straight to the front. They were going to be eye to groin with most of the lead singers.
The roar of the crowd as the first group ran out was deafening. Louisa and Honehe rocked out with
everyone else, screaming and singing as Apocalyptica dominated the stage.
There was a break between sets when both women took advantage to get drinks and use other
facilities. Then HIM came on. There was no way they were going to miss a minute of this. The lead
singer was hot. Very hot. Ville Valo strode onto the stage as though he owned it and the young girl
next to Louisa started screaming out his name.
“Do you see how tight those leather pants are?” she asked Louisa as the opening bars of
Solitary Man filled the arena.
Louisa looked across at Honehe. “You know one of the nicest things about my little
house?” she asked her friend above the music.
Honehe shook her head. “No.”
“Only one bathroom and if you're very lucky, and quick, you can catch your son-in-law coming
out of the shower.”
Honehe roared with laughter. “You are a wicked woman,” she scolded.
The band was fantastic and the crowds were behind them the whole way. They seemed to play every one
of Louisa's favourite tracks as she screamed herself hoarse.
Honehe laughed at the sheer joie de vive her friend was showing; it was good to see her so happy.
The opening bars of Rebel Yell sounded out as Ville Valo shrugged off his shirt and threw it back
stage, showing off his amazing body and tattoos. There were new ones of course. There normally were.
“Can you imagine having your hands on that!” the girl next door asked again as Ville
started to walk backwards along the line of the audience. He'd stop every few steps and get someone
to sing a word or two into the mike.
As he came close, Louisa reached out and pinched his bum, hard.
The rock star stood up, ready to object to the man-handling. “Bloody hell. What the fuck are
you doing here!” he demanded.
Security came running over, thinking there was a problem. The music had stopped dead as soon as he
had spoken. Honehe collapsed in hysterics. She was hanging onto the seat, trying to catch her breath
back as the two huge guards arrived to sort out the problem, whatever it was. Ville held up a hand
to stop them from grabbing the women.
“Make sure they get backstage after the show,” he ordered, still in shock. “And
don't let them get into any trouble. I know what those two are like together.”
Louisa tried to act innocent as the security guards looked her over suspiciously.
“Sorry about that folks. Unexpected visitors.” He grinned at Louisa before kissing her
on the cheek. “My mother-in-law.”
The squeal of joy from backstage could be plainly heard as Elizabeth, his wife of six years realised
her mother had flown over from Scotland to see them.
“I've just thought, if you're here, we've got a babysitter for tonight and I might get
some.” Unfortunately for Ville, he hadn't switched off the mike the way he had thought and
Elizabeth heard every word, as did everyone in the audience.
Louisa started laughing even harder as his mistake sank through to his brain when the cat-calls
started. With great effort he got back into the music, continuing where he'd left off with Rebel
The girl who had been sitting next to Louisa kept staring at her, open mouthed as Mige and Linde
waved down at her, blowing kisses as they did so.
The show ended all too soon for most, Louisa and Honehe stayed in their seats as the crowds surged
forward towards the exits, crowding around them in an effort to get away quickly.
The two security guards were grinning as they led the two women back stage through a door marked
Janitor's cupboard. Elizabeth grabbed her mother before she had cleared the doorway. Honehe, having
to wait for a few minutes until they had stopped hugging and were actually making sense when they
spoke, looked around with amusement. It was a big cupboard.
“I'm Ville,” the tall man introduced himself as Louisa was crouching down getting sticky
hugs from three little ones. “And you must be Honehe,”
Honehe smiled. “Yep, that's me,” she answered the incredibly beautiful man, standing in
front of her.
“How long have you two been plotting this?” he asked as he passed her a soda.
Honehe looked at the label. It was one of her favourites. How had he known?
“Ever since the Scand fest was announced. Louisa noticed the dates and we started organising
Ville looked a little confused. Honehe tried not to laugh; Louisa had said he wouldn't remember. He
was useless with dates. “It's your wedding anniversary on Saturday. We thought you might like
a few days off from the kids.”
Honehe watched as Ville processed what she'd said. He always forgot things like that, and he was
always in trouble for it.
Panic was setting in; she could see it in his famous eyes.
“It's alright. We checked with your tour manager and you are booked into the Gold floor at the
Chateau Lake Louise next week. We've organised a limo to take you both as well. All you have to do
is make out you sorted it all and then pay the bill.”
“Lizzy will know it wasn't me,” he said honestly, watching his wife as she laughed with
her mother. He loved to see her so happy.
“Yes, most probably, but she'll pretend she doesn't. Now enjoy,” Honehe instructed.
“Yes, Ma'am,” he answered her with a laugh. “I didn't believe Lizzy when she said
you and Louisa were that much alike.”
“Well, we are. You make our girl happy, let us help occasionally. We're not trying to
interfere. If we were, we would have told Elizabeth about the booking, rather than you,”
Honehe tried to explain.
“Well, I thank you. It would have upset Lizzy if I had forgotten completely and it is very
kind of you both to arrange this,” he told his Anoppi's friend in his accented English. Louisa
could have told Honehe his accent got stronger when he was emotional, but Honehe guessed anyway. He
had expressive eyes if you were lucky enough to get close.
Louisa had finished her first set of hugs and cuddles with the children by the time he made his way
over to the two women.
“Lizzy, your mother has offered to have the children for a few days and has arranged for us to
go to one of the best hotels in the area for a second honeymoon.”
Louisa looked up sharply. “You were supposed to pretend it was your idea. I knew you'd forget
Lizzy laughed. “Ville gave me his present last month. He's written a song for me. It's going
to be on the new album. And I knew what he was like with dates when I married him, mum. I would have
Louisa sulked and it was Ville's turn to laugh. “That is where you get it from, Lizzy. I have
never seen the pair of you look more alike,” he said, taking the sleeping boy from his
“What are you getting out of this, Mum?” Elizabeth asked suspiciously. She knew her
mother adored the children, but it seemed a lot of effort to go to.
“I have a whole week with my three wonderful grand babies. I must admit Ville makes beautiful
babies, and if I'm really lucky I might have more of them to spoil in another nine months; if he
gets something out and manages to knock you up again.”
“Mother!!!” Lizzy exclaimed, blushing scarlet.
But Honehe and Ville kept laughing. That was the thing with Louisa, no matter how hard things were
in her life, she kept laughing.
Petr snuggled further into his father's arms and continued sleeping.
Sophia and Darla cuddled into their Gramdy's side, hugging her close. All they knew was that they
had most of their favourite people around them. They watched as the adults laughed and joked, Mama
and Isa kissed one another, before they were swept up into arms and carried out to the car that
would take them to the Regency Hyatt hotel.
Louisa carried Sophia in, while Lizzy held onto Darla, as Linde opened the doors for the beasts of
burden. It was the work of minutes to slip the children into their beds, nannies taking over to
babysit while the adults went back down to the party that had started in the bar.
“Its good to see you, Mama,” Lizzy said, wrapping her arms around the older woman.
“Now, come and play groupie downstairs. You never know, you might catch yourself a rock star
Louisa laughed at the expression on her eldest daughter's face. It was sheer mischief. They were
still laughing as they went into the bar, amongst the first to make it in. Honehe was sitting at one
of the tables, a glass of wine in front of her, and a couple more waiting for the girls to join her.
There was a younger woman looking expectantly around the room, before walking up to the bar and
getting herself a drink and sulkily sitting at one of the stools there. Lizzie watched her
“Problems?” Louisa asked, noticing the change in her daughter's demeanor.
“Not really, I never doubt Ville, but it gets a bit much, well, just wait and see,” she
The men arrived en masse, laughing and joking, all still flying high from the adrenalin rush from
being on stage. Louisa watched closely as the drinks were handed round. Ville had had problems in
the past; she needed to make sure everything was as it should be for her daughter.
As the men arrived, the tart at the bar pulled her top lower and her skirt higher. Louisa had to
bite the inside of her cheeks to keep from laughing at the obvious and childish attempt to get the
attention of the rock stars.
“Now, I wonder if any of them will be desperate enough to take her up on the offer of a quick
shag? From the looks of her it would have to be quick as well. I'm sure she has a curfew she has to
make. It is a school night after all.”
Lizzy and Honehe sprayed their wine all over the table. Louisa was in the mood to play. The
situation was about to get entertaining.
“This is how I ended up married in the first place.” Lizzy reminded her mother primly,
eyes sparkling with mirth.
“Yep, I remember, I'm old not senile,” she added as she got up and headed towards the
Honehe and Lizzy looked at one another. “Do you think we should go and help?”
“Mama, Ville or the tart?” Lizzy asked
“We could just go over and watch?” suggested the older woman.
Lizzy's eyes sparkled and they jumped out of their seats and headed to where they could easily see
and hear what was about to happen.
Ville handed around the drinks, taking the diet cola for himself. Signalling the barman, he asked
for the wine list. Scanning it quickly he ordered a bottle of Louis Roderer Vintage Cristal at over
$300 a bottle; it was Louisa's favourite and he loved spoiling his mother-in-law. He pointed at the
table where the women had been sitting, but they were no longer there. Looking round for them, he
saw Honehe and Lizzy half hiding behind one of the pillars, giggling. His heart fell a little, that
expression on his wife normally meant trouble for someone. He hoped it wasn't him.
The girl at the bar seemed to have something in her eye from the way she was fluttering her lashes.
Ville froze. He hated the way women threw themselves at him,. He cast a look at Lizzy, hoping for
rescue, but his wife shook her head and pointed at Louisa. So that was what all the giggling was
about. The girls had already seen the groupie and were about to deal with it. Ville hoped he didn't
get caught in the cross fire.
“I love you,” he mouthed silently at Lizzy, needing her to know. He had never been
unfaithful to the young woman, who had stormed into his heart holding onto her mother's skirts, and
he never would. It just wasn't his style.
“Hi, I'm Candi,” the girl purred as Ville picked up the tray holding the champagne and
glasses. “Is that for me?” she giggled. Ville felt every hair on the back of his neck
stand up. What made these women think they knew him? And that he would even appreciate such a false
Louisa came up behind Ville; he knew it was her. There was no one else who dared pinch his bum like
that. She reached an arm around his waist and grabbed the bottle from the tray.
“You spoil me,” Louisa whispered in his ear. “I will have to make it up to you
properly later,” she said seductively as she kissed his cheek and sashayed off towards the
table where the girls had been sitting.
Mige and Gas were trying, unsuccessfully, not to laugh at the expression on the bimbo's face.
“She's old,” Candi exclaimed. “You deserve better!”
“Oh, he gets better, and with someone who won't break with one shove,” Louisa had
returned. “Now listen little one, it's a school night and you really should be toddling off
home. You wouldn't want the boys to get into trouble for corrupting a minor, now would you? No, I
thought not. I'm sure your mother is worried about you this late at night.” She held out the
girl's jacket and helped her on with it. “We wouldn't want you to get cold, now would we?
There we go,” and with a mother's practised ease, she hurried the women out of the bar and
towards the main doors of the hotel. “Hurry home, child. and don't talk to any strange people
you don't know.”
Candi had been escorted out of places before, but never with such finesse. She stood in the night
air wondering who the woman was and how she had managed it. The doorman signalled a cab for her and
made sure she got into it before turning to help Louisa back into the hotel.
“Nicely done, Madam,” he said with a grin.
“I have two daughters and a son. Believe me, removing teenagers from where they're not wanted
is a knack I acquired a long time ago,” Louisa replied before slipping her own jacket off her
shoulders and heading back to the bar. That gorgeous son-in-law of hers had treated her to a bottle
of her favourite champagne and she wasn't about to waste it.
The doorman watched as Louisa crossed the foyer of the hotel. Whoever had done the tattoos that
decorated the woman's shoulders was a superb artist. They enhanced the older woman's body rather
than distracted from it. He continued to watch until she vanished into the bar that had been set
aside for the guests that had taken over the top three floors of the hotel. It was going to be a
long night for the bar staff.
Linde wondered into the room, looking around, and he spotted Louisa immediately. He'd become fond of
the woman when she'd come on tour with them once, she'd taken the time to spend with his own
daughter, making sure she was alright and hadn't got bored. It had warmed him to her warped sense of
humour and peculiar outlook on the world.
Creeping up behind her he hugged her close. Louisa squealed in surprise when a set of arms wrapped
themselves around her waist. She turned to see who needed telling off before hugging the blonde
back. Linde kissed the auburn haired woman on the cheek.
“Caused a stir tonight, didn't you?” he laughed. “I've never seen Ville loose his
concentration quite so quickly before.”
“But it was such fun,” Louisa laughed. “I wanted to surprise you all, and Lizzy
and Ville need the break. And I have to admit to loving these parties. All these sexy men, holding
me close. Now if I could only get one to take me home with him...”
Elizabeth blushed again. “Mother, will you behave?” she wasn't really embarrassed, it
was a game they played.
“Yep, I've booked it for a day when I'm 94, until then, a big fat NO.” Louisa had no
shame in some things.
Everyone laughed at the reply, it was so typical Louisa.
The night went too quickly. Louisa was soon dancing with anyone who asked. Those who didn't know her
well, assumed that she was drunk, but she wasn't. The three girls had shared the bottle of
champagne, Lizzy only having one glass, but that was it. Lars, the lead singer from Ragnarok was
one of her more regular partners.
Gas was chatting on the phone when she came over for a kiss. Tanya, his wife, stiffened at the sound
of a woman's voice asking her husband for a dance, until she recognised it. “Louisa's
there?!” she yelled at the top of her voice. “Give her a huge hug for me and ask her to
come and visit soon. The kids would love to see her,” she told her husband, the excitement in
her voice obvious.
Gas wondered how Louisa had done it. Every wife and girlfriend showed no jealousy about them talking
to Louisa, maybe it was the way she spent time playing with the children or the fact she didn't hide
her enjoyment of life. She'd gone shopping with them, babysat for them, treated them with respect
and had always been a good friend. She'd flirted, but only the same way she did with Ville, there
was nothing in it but a bit of ego boosting. He swung his phone round so that Tanya could see Louisa
dancing with Lars, they were jiving to some cheesy 1950's track, Louisa knew all the words, of
Ville set up a jug of water on the table as Louisa sat down. There were cans of soda all over the
place and food had been set up for them to pick at. Suddenly the sound of Louisa's phone alarm broke
through all the chat and laughter. Louisa pulled a face as she reached for her bag.
“Anyone squeamish?” she asked as she pulled out a hypodermic pen and started twisting
the top. A needle was unsheathed and shoved into a bared thigh. You could see by the tightening of
Louisa's jaw that it was hurting her, but she counted slowly to ten before pulling the needle out
and putting the whole lot back in her bag. Looking up at the shocked looks on some of the faces
surrounding her, she grinned. “What's up with you lot. In the music business and never seen
anyone shoot up before?” she asked wickedly.
Lars stood up and walked away in disgust. He had no time for junkies. Louisa's eyes saddened
slightly as she watched him head for the bar. She thought she understood, some people didn't handle
illness well. Oh well, never mind. Ville brought her over a plate of food, wrinkling his nose up at
the meat and fish on it.
“Come on Finnish boy, feed the witch before she passes out,” Louisa laughed and bit into
the fresh bread. “Must admit it is nice to be officially sick, you get the handsomest men
waiting on you.”
“It's just that it embarrassed him when you passed out on top of him that time, Mama.”
Honehe looked puzzled, this was one story she hadn't heard before.
“Mama and I were shopping, we'd been busy all day and Ville was supposed to book the table for
dinner. He hadn't managed to get in for seven, when Mama had to eat, and had booked it for eight.
Mama was trying to be all sophisticated and didn't want to snack before we went out. If she does
she's ill the next day, so off we went and we're just about to get out of the taxi when Mama goes
all woozy. Ville thought she was joking around and stepped away from her, only for mama to land on
top of him as she passed out. Some tabloid got hold of a photo and the headline read that Ville's
girlfriend had been so drunk she'd been unconscious.”
“Worse thing was the buggers kept me in hospital for two days. All I needed was fish and
chips,” Louisa grouched and then laughed. “At least I was the envy of many. I had a soft
Honehe squeezed her hand, she knew how much Louisa hated her diabetes, hated the fact that the
illness dictated her diet and her schedule. She hated it when it stopped her living life to its
fullest. Hated the fact that she had to eat at certain times and her life depended on her shoving a
needle into her body once a day.
“Come on, eat your breakfast then I'm taking you home to bed. You've got grandchildren to play
with tomorrow, today,” she corrected, looking at the clock.
Louisa smiled and kept eating. “Need anything else?” Lizzy asked as her mother finished
off the food she'd been brought.
“No, not need thanks love and I'm saving the treats for ice cream tomorrow. Honehe says
there's a place that does over a thousand flavours. It sounds like the sort of thing I should
introduce the children to. Grandmother's duty and all that,” Louisa told her daughter happily.
“But I'd kill for a cup of tea,” she added. “All this partying is a bit much for
an old lady like me.”
The laughter echoed around the room at Louisa's comments. She might be older than most, but she
wasn't the oldest. Lars, for one, was older.
“Hey handsome, any chance of tickets for tonight? We could only get them for last
night?” Louisa asked Ville as they were headed out of the bar.
“How many, Lou?” he asked as he sent a text to his management company to organise it.
“Four,” Louisa replied, “We'll give those nephews of yours a treat, shall we? The
Rasmus are playing.” she said to Honehe.
Lars was still sitting at the bar after Ville left with Lizzy to see Honehe and Louisa off. He was
actually disappointed that the woman relied on drugs to keep her high, for some reason he expected
better from someone he'd heard so much about. Gas was finishing off his drink and the barman was
“Good evening, Sirs?” he said as he collected the empties.
“Yeah, it was great, wonderful to see Louisa again,” Gas added. “You seem to be
enjoying her company?” he added to Lars.
“Was until I saw her shoot up. Surprised you guys let her near the children with that stuff in
her body,” Lars said bitterly. His ex had been an addict and it had ruined his son's life.
“Louisa, drugs?” Gas actually seemed puzzled.
“The insulin,” Linde said as he came up. “Coffee, please?” he asked the
barman. “She's diabetic, not that she lets it slow her down. She uses it as an excuse to keep
Lars felt confused, “But she said...”
“It's her way of dealing with it. She lost her husband young, Rose, her youngest, hadn't even
finished school. She raised three amazing people and continued to help anyone and everyone who
needed it. But she hates the drugs. Hates them with a passion, you can't believe. Hates that she has
no choice about taking them, so she deals,” Linde explained. He'd spent an evening trying to
persuade Louisa to give up eating so much food, convinced she would be healthier without it. Louisa
had actually broken down in tears and explained she had no choice about how much and when she ate.
It had been the only time he'd ever seen her not smiling and laughing.
“She loves life and brought up her kids the same way. Do you know how Ville and Elizabeth
met?” he asked.
Lars shook his head, how did anyone meet their future spouse?
“Louisa had taken her daughters to a gig to celebrate Lizzy finishing her degree. All three
were dressed up much the same way as Louisa was tonight. The concert was about to start when someone
collapsed in the foyer. Louisa swung into action, she started CPR without even thinking, shouting
for a first aider. They got the defib machine out and Louisa has the pads on the man as though she'd
been doing it for years. She doesn't stop, for fifteen minutes she's keeping the guy alive, doing
what she has to until the ambulance arrives, then gives a report like it's her job. She got him
back. They showed us the trace later. The guy had officially been dead, but she fought and brought
him back. But she's missed the first part of the gig.”
“How did the guy do? Did you ever find out?” Lars asked.
“He was fine, thanks to Louisa,” Linde answered softly. “So we give her tickets
for the following night, it was the least we could do. And invited them backstage to meet us all.
She spent most of the time talking to Olivia, who had been pushed aside by aides and reporters
wanting an interview. She was the only one who noticed my daughter was lonely. Even I hadn't. Lizzy
is just chatting away to everyone and Rose is talking about the degree she wanted to do. They were
natural with us. Ville asked to see Lizzy again and she thought he was joking with her. Still
doesn't realise just how beautiful she is. And the rest is history. Louisa supported them the whole
time. Stood up to those who complained Ville was nearly twenty years Lizzy's senior, stood by them
and backed them completely. Danced at their wedding and flew out to be with Lizzy when she had Petr.
She really is the nice person she appears to be. What you get is what you see with Louisa.”
Linde and Gas walked off leaving Lars to his thoughts. He had really misjudged the woman.
Brennan and William were round at their aunt's condo far too early the next morning. They had
promised to help out with the car that seemed to be mistiming and were surprised to find Honehe only
just up when they arrived at eleven.
“Remind me never to go out with that woman again,” Honehe groused as she put on the
coffee and started on breakfast. “We ended up in a bar, dancing with some strange men.”
Brennan looked horrified at his aunt. “You did what?” he asked, unable to believe his
“Went out drinking and dancing until we were poured into a taxi by some hunk or other and sent
home,” Louisa said as she came into the room, smiling at the two young men. “Now
pressies. The Rasmus Tees for good boys, who don't give their aunt, or her friend, too much grief
She handed over the bag she was carrying. “And you can wear them tonight. We're taking you
out to dinner and to meet my family.”
Brennan looked at his brother, why would they want to meet Louisa's family? “Dinner sounds
nice,” William said politely “But we'll have to ask dad and mum.”
“That's fine, and don't worry, if you're bored, we won't make you stay. We'll get you home
safe. You had better stay here the night though, Ned will only get mad if you roll in too
late.” Honehe added as she handed coffee round, trying desperately not to catch Louisa's eye.
The boys politely escorted the two women onto the C train and watched as it headed towards the
“Are we eating here? Cause you have to have tickets to get in,” Brennan told the two
“We know that and we've got them. We managed to get tickets for tonight, thought we'd give you
a treat,” Honehe answered only to get hugged by her nephews. Their friends at school had been
going on and on about the gig for months and now they were going to be there.
The quartet made their way through the crowds and Louisa gave their names to the man at the gate who
handed over four VIP passes.
William and Brennan kept staring at the tags in their hands, and Honehe laughed as she put them over
the boys heads and let Louisa lead them through the crowds. The merchandising area was as busy as
ever. The boys were looking enviously at the HIM and The Rasmus stuff. They had a little money on
them, but were surprised when Honehe told them not to buy anything just yet.
“Wait til afterwards, save you carrying it all,” Louisa told them as she led them
through into the main arena. It was already crowded. William checked their seat numbers again. There
weren't any. It just said VIP area and that was all.
“Louisa, where are we headed?” he asked as the woman in jeans and a tee shirt that read
'if you think my son-in-law is cute, you should see my grandson' headed down the main aisle.
“This way, VIP's inside the cage.” she laughed as she showed her pass to the security
guard. It was the same one as last night.
“I was told to keep a close eye on you,” he reminded her with a laugh. “You're
“Ahh, isn't that sweet. Honehe, he remembered me,” Louisa laughed.
There were just four seats inside the barriers, with a table already set with soft drinks for the
four of them. There were also tour jackets over the back of the chairs. William and Brennan wanted
to ask questions, but the screams of the crowd drowned them out as The Rasmus took to the stage.
Louisa didn't sit still at all; she was up and dancing the whole time. Screaming and shouting with
the rest of the audience. It confused the two lads even more when Lauri Yl?nen waved and blew kisses
to Louisa, which she happily blew back.
Next up were Apocolyptica, the Finnish cellists started off with Bittersweet. William and Brennan
were almost overwhelmed when Ville Valo came out to sing vocals with Lauri from The Rasmus, then
they went into 'Not Strong Enough' and Louisa was still dancing and singing. William wondered where
she got the energy from.
Finally Ragnarok took over the stage; Louisa looked up into the face of the man she'd spent the
evening dancing with and the shutters came down over her soul. She wasn't going to let him see just
how much he'd upset her with his attitude. She sat back down and took a swig of the diet cola that
had been left for her.
Lars noticed Louisa turn her head away as the lights came on. He deserved it. He sang his heart out
that night, trying to make it up to the woman down in the audience. He must have succeeded at one
point because Louisa was up and dancing again before the end of the set.
When it was finally over Brennan and William started to gather together the stuff that had collected
around them, ready to leave.
Louisa hadn't shifted off her chair. She was resting and breathing heavily. Unlike the younger
members of the audience she had danced solidly for the whole show.
Rubbing her calf muscles she grinned up at Honehe. “My legs ache,” she moaned.
“Ready to go play nice with the in-laws?” she asked the boys.
William tried to be polite and nod. He had no desire to go and sit somewhere, meeting strangers,
when he was still flying high from the adrenalin rush of listening to some of his favourite groups.
Honehe was smirking. There was no other word for it. His aunt was smirking like it was Christmas
morning and she knew what was in his stocking. Louisa picked up her own jacket and flung it round
her shoulders before walking away from the exits and towards and the entrance that led to the
backstage area. She waited for Brennan and William to catch up before signalling the security
gorilla that had been watching them carefully.
The two lads were about to point out her mistake when a twenty something woman, full of curves, came
running towards them. Her long honey blonde hair nearly reached the top of her bum and Brennan was
enjoying the view. Unlike the skinny to slim girls that had been in the audience, this one looked
like a real woman. She threw her arms around Louisa and was hugging her tightly.
“Enjoy the show?” she asked, her eyes alight with mischief. I got them to sing
Bittersweet for you. I know you love it,” she added, laughing.
“It was wonderful. Now Lizzie, this is Brennan and William. They've been polite enough not to
grouse about meeting my family. Boys, this is my eldest daughter, Elizabeth.” Louisa
introduced them to one another.
The two young men shook hands politely as they said hello.
“Come on, Mum. The car's waiting for us. The others went ahead,” she grinned as she
led the four of them off to the exit by the stage.
William hung back a little. “Honehe, if we get too bored can we go home?” he asked his
“No problem. If you don't want to stay while we all talk I'll give you my key and pay for the
cab myself,” she reassured him, but Brennan wondered about the look on his aunt's face, it was
almost as though she had a secret. William had missed it. He just didn't want to hang around the
olds for the rest of the evening. Even if it was already passed his curfew.
Neither teenager was expecting the limo that was waiting for them. Or the fact that they were
hurried into the most expensive hotel in Calgary. There were reporters trying to take pictures,
being held back by an irate doorman who smiled at Louisa as she went into the foyer.
“We've kept the riff-raff out tonight,” he grinned as Louisa laughed with him.
“No house-keeping for me, you spoil all my fun. Now, where are the boys?” She could hear
the music pouring out of the bar. “Never mind. I think I can guess,” she said as she and
Lizzy led the way towards a bar that seemed to be cordoned off.
'Closed for private party' read a notice held on a velvet rope. Louisa moved it aside and beckoned
for her own guests to follow. The doors opened to allow the sound of the party to flood the foyer
causing more than a few heads to turn. Some long haired rocker came out. His back turned to the
group heading in as he talked to someone still in the room.
“Joacim, shift that butt of yours and let a lady or three through,” Louisa said
The man turned quickly to see who had talked to him. “Lou!” he shouted at the top of his
Honehe's nephews stood in shock as the lead singer of Hammerfall swept Louisa up into his arms and
twirled her around. “Ville said you were here. It is good to see you again.”
“Thank you, Joacin, now put me down so I can go and annoy my son-in-law,” Louisa said,
kissing the man on the cheek.
Laughing he did as he was asked, holding the door open for the little group to go through.
William and Brennan were still in deep shock as they looked around the room. Honehe was being
greeted by rock stars, their aunt knew these people. Louisa was getting hugged left and right. A
very skinny woman had wrapped her arms around Louisa and was talking non-stop at her. Louisa was
laughing at whatever was being said.
Honehe leaned over to her nephews. “Bored yet?” she asked, “Or do you want to hang
around with Lou's family?”
Neither teenager was capable of giving a coherent response. They were still staring wide eyed around
the room like a couple of kids let loose in a toy store.
Finally Brennan managed to squeak out, “Louisa's family?”
Honehe laughed. “Yep. Lizzy's married to Ville Valo, you may have heard of him, sings with
some rock band or other.”
“Some rock band? Honehe, his face is plastered all over my room and you never said
anything.” William looked at his aunt in horror. “You never told us you knew him., he
“Well, you didn't seem interested in knowing what my best friend's daughter and her husband
were up to, and you shouldn't. But we'd thought we'd surprise you. Now, go enjoy yourselves and
don't make a fool out of Louisa or me. No star struck teenage routine please,” Honehe warned
them as she shoved them further into the room. Lizzy grabbed her hand before she could do anything
else and led her over towards the very skinny blonde Louisa had been talking to.
“Mutte, this is your other partner in crime, Honehe. This is our tour manager, Mutte,”
Lizzy said before she ran into her husband's arms.
Louisa watched the pair of them with a wonderful, serene smile on her face. Even after six years of
marriage it was obvious how much the pair still loved each other, if anything it was growing
stronger and stronger. She was still playing voyeur when Lars came up behind her.
“I owe you an apology,” he said to Louisa, causing her to spin round to look at him.
“Whatever for? Because you don't like the diabetes? Don't worry about it, not everyone can
handle that sort of illness.” Louisa went to move off from the very good looking singer. She'd
always had a thing for tall, long haired, brunettes.
“No, because I thought you were really taking more illicit drugs than insulin and I was
disgusted that anyone that high was allowed near children,” he told her honestly.
“The high's all natural. Elizabeth could have told you that,” she laughed.
“Someone set you straight?” she asked as she looked up into his face, searching for the
Lars nodded. “Now am I forgiven and do I get a dance tonight?” he asked, flashing his
grey eyes at Louisa.
Louisa nodded, “If you're asking, I'm dancing,” she replied, recalling a phrase from her
The two of them made their way hand in hand towards the area that had been set aside for dancing.
Lizzy watched as her mother laughed and joked with the man who was obviously smitten with her.
“Its good to see her so happy. I'm glad she pulled this on us,” she told Ville as he
wrapped his arms around her.
“Your mother is a wise woman. Didn't she say something about me knocking you up again?”
Ville smirked at the expression on Lizzie's face. He loved it when he got her to blush like that.
Lizzie snuggled deeper into his embrace. “Would you like more children? You always said two
were enough and then I had twins.” Lizzie looked up into those famous green eyes that held
such love in them for her.
“I didn't think I could handle any more than two and be a good dad to them,” he
explained softly. “But you make it all seem so easy.”
Lizzy laughed out loud. “I should hope so. It's what I was trained for. I did get a first
class honours degree in child care, Mr. Valo.”
“The perfect qualification for looking after me, but what about the children?” he shot
back at her, eyes dancing. “We'll talk about it when we're away,” he promised Lizzy. She
had always wanted a huge family; it wasn't as though he couldn't afford to look after more children
and there was something incredibly sexy about seeing her huge with his child in her body. Louisa was
right, they should think about it very seriously, the three they had had brought them nothing but
Louisa was dancing with Lars again, laughing when the alarm in her bag went off. She pulled a face,
when Lizzy held the bag up high, and swore loudly.
“I won't freak and run away like a wuss this time,” Lars promised.
Louisa laughed. “And I won't claim that it's anything other than what it is this time. I don't
blame you for hiding from Smack, its nasty stuff.”
“My ex is still in and out of rehab the whole time. Screwed up my boy while she was about
it,” Lards told Louisa as she stabbed the needle into her leg.
“Not a good memory. I've been on this stuff since I was pregnant with Rose, nearly killed her
with my useless body.” Louisa didn't mean for her bitterness to show through, but she
appreciated the comforting hand laid on her arm. “Thanks. Now let's feed me before I turn into
some sort of hell hound. You really don't want to see me when I've had my shot and can't get food.
It confirms every mother-in-law joke there ever was.”
Lizzy brought over a plate piled high with food and put it down in front of her mother.
“Thanks for the trip, Mama. He's considering it.” She couldn't hide her excitement.
“Why do I get the feeling Ville has been out manoeuvred by a couple of scheming
females?” Lars asked, grinning at the matching expressions on the two women's faces.
“I swear we haven't plotted anything,” Lizzy said honestly before heading off to find
her beautiful husband again. And he was beautiful, even at nearly fifty, the man still took her
breath away when she looked at him. He had from the first moment she'd seen him in the flesh. Lizzy
thought back to that magical weekend. Mama had said she would treat them to anything she wanted to
celebrate the end of her exams. She asked for a whole weekend of fun. Something for each of them.
They had started at the zoo for Rose and then the museum for her; and finally a rock gig for Mama.
The gig had to be heavy; that was the only condition. Mama had surprised her with tickets to see HIM
in one of the intimate concerts to launch the new album. How she got them Lizzy did not want to
know. They had been waiting to go into the arena, when a man collapsed behind them. Mama, being
Mama, had to help and they had done their best. Thank whoever was listening, because they had got
the guy back. Mama's training as a nurse had saved yet another life. As a thank you, Ville had sent
them tickets for the following night, and had invited them backstage. The rest, as they say, was
history. She hadn't been able to keep her eyes off him all night.
And Ville had felt the same he said. He had invited her out for a meal, and eventually Lizzy had
said yes, to lunch. Ville had been stunned at how wise the young woman had been. She hadn't been
impressed by his wealth or his status, she'd asked about his home, his parents, his hobbies. She'd
been interested in him, not HIM. She grew more and more beautiful the more he saw of her. It had
been less than a month from their first meeting to the day Ville had flown to Orkney to visit Louisa
in her own home. He'd had to hire a boat to get across to the little island she lived on and then
had walked from the pier to her house. To do the honourable thing and ask if there were any
objections to him seeking Lizzy's hand in marriage. Louisa had been very surprised to get any
visitor, let alone this one. She'd fed him, and listened to him talk and then supported him in his
courtship of her eldest daughter. Ville would always respect and love Louisa for the way she had
treated him when he came into her family.
Now he was watching her dance with Lars. She never danced with him. It was one of her quirks. He'd
asked her about it one time when she'd been visiting them in Helsinki. And her answer said a lot
about the woman she was.
“I flirt when I dance, Ville. I can't help it, it's the way I am and I am never going to do
that to you or my daughter, especially my daughter. I had enough of that from my own mother.”
William and Brennan watched warily as their aunt approached, she'd been chatting to Burton for quite
a while and now came to seek them out.
“Do you two want to stay for a while, or has hanging with Louisa's family become too much of a
bore?” she asked, teasing the two teenagers.
“Can we stay?” Brennan begged. “Please. We won't cause any trouble.”
“If you did, kids, we'll sic Louisa on you, she terrifies the life out of most of us,”
The evening was everything that two boys could have ever dreamed of. They spent the evening talking
to everyone and everyone was kind and friendly. They never felt that they were in the way or a
nuisance. All too soon it was over and they were heading home. It was only when they literally fell
into their beds they realised that they hadn't got an autograph or their tee-shirts. But never mind.
They had an amazing night to remember.
Sunday saw Louisa and Honehe spend the day at the zoo with Louisa's grandchildren. Kidnapped from
their parents, but not from their nannies. Lizzy and Ville had the day to themselves.
Monday morning Brennan and William were sitting in home room at school when their names were called
out. They had forgotten all about the field trip to the Performing Arts School in the excitement of
“So what did you two weirdos do this weekend?” David, the class bully, asked as he
shoved them out of the way.
William and Brennan caught each other's eye and smirked. “We spent the weekend at our aunt's
house, helping her and a friend babysit some kids.”
“Yeah, took 'em to the zoo.”
Maggie, one of their classmates, smiled at them. “That was kind of you,” she said.
“I hope they paid you well,” someone else said.
“Oh we got dinner out of it, and Aunty Honehe says if we are good she might treat us to a
night out as well. She has the coolest friends,” William said, warming to the young woman.
“You really are freaks,” David told them nastily. “Who wants to spend time with
Brennan lifted an eyebrow at the boy as he shoved his way down the bus.
“Hey, Maggie. I didn't know you liked Hammerfall,” William said, pointing at the badge
on her bag.
“Yeah, they're great, but I really love Ragnarok. Lars is so delicious and his voice.”
The three of them continued to talk all the way to the School. Maggie was almost green with jealousy
when William and Brennan admitted they'd been to Scan rock the Friday before.
“As if you got tickets for that!” David scoffed.
“We got VIP tickets and met Ville Valo,” Brennan defended his brother and himself.
That led to more tormenting as they got off the bus.
The teacher called them to attention. “We're going into the main lecture room where we have a
surprise for you. A master-class from a real rock musician.”
The whole group started chattering, wondering who would be talking to them.
“It's more likely to be a session musician than anyone famous.” Maggie said
They all settled quickly. David kept kicking the back of the chairs in which they were seated,
“It might be your friend Vile,” he taunted.
“It's pronounced Vil-ley.” Maggie said the name slowly, as if she was talking to an
idiot. “And he's gorgeous.”
“He's married,” William laughed. “With kids.”
“I know,” Maggie groaned. “Lucky woman. Can you imagine waking up next to him in
the morning?” she added to the girl sitting the other side of her.
Claire, her friend, agreed. “I like Burton. He always seems sweet.”
The class quietened down as the doors opened and Ville Valo walked in. Beanie hat on and made up to
look every inch the rock star.
The whispers ran around the room as he stepped up to the podium.
David kicked the back of Brennan's chair again. “Aren't you going to say hello to your
friend?” he asked, causing more laughter amongst his cronies.
The lecture was intriguing. Ville talked about the hard work it was on tour, and the fact that
touring took him away from his family for up to nine months every other year.
“It's not all pretty girls and parties,” he told his audience.
“Could have fooled me,” William whispered to Brennan.
“Anything you want to discuss with the rest of the class?” their teacher asked,
embarrassing both boys.
“No, Sir.” William answered, angry at getting caught.
“If I was going to give one piece of advice, learn to play your instruments before you worry
about your make-up.” Ville finished off the main part of his lecture.
There was laughter all round but despite the protests it was over.
“Mr. Valo has an extremely important appointment later today and it was most kind of him to
spare us these couple of hours” their teacher said as the applause started up.
Ville was sitting on the stage, talking to various of the kids as they approached him. He seemed
genuinely interested in what was being said. Maggie looked at him shyly. She would kill for an
autograph. William came up one side of her and Claire the other.
“Go on,” Claire encouraged. “What's the worst he can say? No?”
Maggie shook her head. “He's busy talking to David, we'll never get in there.” she said
quietly. David frightened her a little. He bullied everyone.
Ville Valo grinned slightly to himself. He could see the boys hanging back. He hadn't been
oblivious to the tensions in the room. Grabbing the bag he'd brought with him, he headed over to
where they were standing with a couple of very pretty girls.
“William, Brennan, You forgot your jackets when you left the party on Saturday morning. I got
the guys to sign them for you.” Ville said as he handed over the bag. “And thanks for
helping out with the kids at the Zoo. Elizabeth and I really appreciated the quiet time. I'll see
you next weekend for the Banff gigs, yes?”
“We'll be there,” Brennan said with a grin, looking straight at David, who was staring
at the brothers.
“I think my Mother-in-law and your Aunt are planning a trip out to some ice fields. You would
think that Elizabeth would have enough of snow and ice in Finland. But no, she wishes to take the
children for a trip. We will also be going to the hot springs, so bring whatever you think you will
“Ville, could I ask a favour?” Brennan asked as Ville turned to talk to someone, who had
been trying to get his attention.
“Anything, well, within reason,” he laughed turning back.
“Could you give my friend Maggie an autograph?” Brennan signalled for the suddenly shy
girl to come across.
“Hi, Maggie. Is this one as crazy as his aunt?” Ville asked the blushing girl as he
signed her school bag.
“Hey. I resent that. You're the one related to Louisa,” William joked, causing Ville to
burst out laughing.
“Too true. Now, she is a crazy lady. I married the sane one in the family,” Ville joked.
“See you Saturday, boys. I've got to go; the car's arriving soon for Elizabeth and me.”
“I wouldn't want to be anywhere near you if you miss that. Honehe would kill all of us.”
Brennan stepped back to allow Ville to leave with the escort.
David didn't say a word all the way back to school. He just kept looking at William and Brennan.
“How the fuck do you know him?” he finally asked, still awe struck.
Brennan tried not to smirk as he pretended to look a little confused. “Who?” he finally
managed to get out.
“Valo,” David growled. “How the fuck do you know Ville Valo?”
“He was at my Aunt's this weekend. I said earlier that we were helping keep an eye on her
friend's grandchildren.” William looked at the guy as though he was stupid.
Maggie worked it out. “Your Aunt's friend is his wife's mother. Oh wow. You actually know
“Believe me, hanging with the olds in my family is great fun. We were partying all Friday
night with the guys from Scan rock, and you're right about Burton,” William said to Claire.
“He is really nice. Linde told us to take our guitars up with us this weekend. Said he'd try
and give us a lesson, and we can sit in on the jamming sessions they normally have in the
“You know Ville Valo?” David repeated, almost unable to take in the fact that the two
Cheyenne brothers he'd tormented the hell out of, and got away with it, actually knew rock stars.
As they got back into the school, William's cell phone went off. He checked the text message
quickly, before he could be caught.
“Ville says if you want to invite those two girls that were fluttering around the pair of you,
you are more than welcome. Pick them and you up at my place Friday, Honehe.”
He burst out laughing as he read it. “Hey, Claire, Maggie..you fancy helping babysit this
weekend?” he called out loudly. My aunt wants to know if you're interested in coming with
Claire and Maggie stared at each other in open mouthed shock. “For real?” Maggie finally
“For real. I told Louisa we'd help with the kids a bit. It's not tough, they have a nanny and
Louisa is a very hands on gran, but it's nice to have an extra pair of hands or two when they're
“We'll have to check with our folks, but I'd love to.” Claire smiled up at William and
Brennan. “This isn't some sort of sick joke is it? A way to get back at the weird
“No, it isn't,” William said. “The message was from my aunt. Ville wanted to know
if we'd like to invite you.”
The girls nodded before squealing like mad. A trip to Banff to see Scan Rock, and to party with Scan
rock. William and Brennan watched as the reality of it hit home. The girls were going to meet
Louisa's holiday was over far too quickly. She'd spent time with her beloved friend, introduced the
two halves of her family to each other, played with her grandchildren. Best of all she held back
Lizzy's hair while her daughter threw up at the smell of fresh coffee.
“This is all your fault,” Lizzy groused when she was finally able to sit up properly.
“I would have thought it was more the fault of that beautiful man you married. All I did was
babysit the children so you could go and take a walk or something. A nice meal out. What was the spa
“How would I know?” Lizzy asked laughingly. “I never got out of bed for three
“Hussy,” Louisa told her daughter with mock ferocity.
“I'm the hussy? Me? And where were you last night? Which bed was my meek and chaste mother
sleeping in? Because it wasn't her own.” Lizzy held on to Louisa tightly as another wave of
sickness came over her.
“I was in the hotel and I came down for breakfast,” Louisa said primly before bursting
into laughter. “But I didn't get much sleep; I'll admit that much and I needed the jacuzzi
this morning. I'm getting too old for gymnastics.”
“I really don't want to know that much detail, Mama. But are you going to see Lars
again?” Lizzy was worried. The music business wasn't conducive to long and happy
relationships. She and Ville worked hard to keep their marriage alive.
“He's going to be recording an album in the UK soon and there is the European tour coming up.
So yes, we will be seeing each other again. Thank you for being worried enough to ask,” Louisa
said as she rubbed her hand up and down her daughter's arm, letting Lizzy rest her head against her
shoulder, just as she did as a child. “And just think. I'll be in Helsinki in about eight and
a half months. Just for a month or so. You'd better warn air traffic control to watch out for low
As her plane took off, heading back towards Europe, Louisa rested her head against the support.
She'd had the most wonderful three weeks. Honehe's nephews weren't getting tormented quite so much
at school, and were looking forward to a holiday job helping out on tour in America. The two girls
they brought with them to Banff had been nice as well. Honehe was plotting and planning a return
visit to the UK. They'd spend a few weeks playing tourist. Ville and Lizzy seemed as much in love as
they always had. And she had a new boyfriend of her own. What were her other two children going to
say? She laughed to herself. Rose would roll her eyes and get back to feeding whatever cub she was
hand rearing, grateful that Lizzy was supplying the grandchildren to keep Louisa from interfering
with her life; and she thought Stevie would be happy for her. If not, Sherry, his wife, would bring
him round. It would be a good excuse for him to design another tattoo for her back anyway.
The plane climbed higher and higher, speeding her away from the Canadian skies. It had been a great
holiday. Now back to reality and working on a tiny island far in the north of Scotland.
The stewardess covered the middle aged woman over with a blanket and turned out the light that shone
from overhead. She'd already said something about having spent some time with her grandchildren. The
woman looked worn out but there was a lovely peaceful smile on her face, as though she'd been given
the secrets to the universe.
They'd be landing in Glasgow in just over eight hours. Time to wake the sleeping woman then.
Louisa turned over in her sleep. First class flights were such a luxury, you got a bed. It had been
kind of Ville to upgrade her ticket was her last conscious thought as the plane sped through the
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