Return of the native

"Molly?" breathed Alice. "Is that...is that you?"

An arm steered Phil Armstrong - apparently effortlessly - forward, in spite of his reluctance to do so.

The owner of the arm met their startled eyes with a smile.

"Well of course it's me," replied the leader of The Sisterhood. "Now close your mouths, you look like you're trying to catch flies."

Alice and Margaret continued to look stunned.

"What...how...?" managed Alice eventually.

Molly propelled Armstrong, gently but very firmly, through the doorway of the Wee Hoose. "All in good time," she said.

"Now, is the kettle broken or something? I'm parched."



Part Three begins here.