After resting her calf and another good night's sleep, Grace was feeling a bit better. She felt that after another day or two with rest, her calf would be better and she could get on with the work she needed to get done on the cottage. She looked forward to a visit from Donovan today to see if he knew a good painter and window washer. If she could not do things around the cottage for a day or two, at least she could see about others to help.
Grace was sitting with her tea and biscuit working on her list and realized how out of touch she was with Dublin. She needed phone service other than a cell phone and broadband for her computer. These things were now moved to the top of her list when she heard a rap at the door.
“Lassie, are you there? It's me Donovan.” called Donovan as he gently opened the door.
“Please come in, Donovan. It's best if I don't get up and down too much.” Grace replied. “I've been looking forward to your visit. I've really got to pick your brain today.”
Grace offered Donovan a cup of tea from the hot pot she had set beside her and the two of them worked on her plans. Donovan said he knew a friend down the road who could both paint and clean the windows for a reasonable price and would have him come by to see Grace. Donovan explained that Aine had a telephone and a call to the local service should get Grace set up. As for broadband, Donovan knew nothing about that or computers. Grace explained that Peter would be by sometime during the day and she could ask if he knew anything about that.
When Grace brought up Peter, Donovan raised an eyebrow. Grace did not miss this.
“So tell me about Peter. He's an awfully quiet guy,” Grace plunged in with her question.
“A nice lad, Peter is,” replied Donovan. “He's lived down the road for all his life. Loves the running, he does. I think he's done a race, or two, and done quite well. He is a quiet one. It's just him and his da. His mum passed away when he was a wee bit of a lad. Helps his da with the sheep and herding, and runs. That's pretty much if for him.”
Grace figured that would explain his sharp tongue when he passed her up, and his lack of some manners when she could have had some help into the car. When she was doing better, maybe he could direct her to a better running route.
When Donovan left Grace started looking through the papers she had pulled out of a desk in the sitting room. This must have been where Aine kept all her records of guests to the cottage. Some of these items came from one drawer in the desk that was full of cards. As Grace looked over some of the cards, she could see why Aine was so popular with her guests. All of them were thank-you cards with beautiful notes about the wonderful times her guests had at the cottage. Each and every one made Grace smile. Her grandmother had a huge impact on everyone she came in contact with.
As she read, she heard the crunch of the gravel on the driveway. It was Peter as he had promised. She got up to answer the door. He was in his running clothes and seemed to be in the middle of a run.
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