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Later, standing in the lobby, she looked around hoping to see a familiar
face. Everyone rushing and hurrying, she thought. A body could be
trampled and never seen again...

"Dee, little Dee!" A man hurried toward her, a stockily built, compact
man with a full thatch of curling gray hair, and she caught a glimpse of
eyes as bright and blue as her father's before she was enveloped in a
warm, crushing hug. The thought occurred to her that it had been a
lifetime since anyone had held her so close.

"Little Dee, I would have known you anywhere." He pulled back and
studied her face, eyes misty, smile tender. "It's like looking into
Kate's face again--it's the image of your mother you are."

He continued to stare at her while she searched for her voice, his gaze
taking in the deep, rich auburn hair falling in gleaming waves to her
shoulders, the large, deep green of thickly lashed eyes, the tip-tilted
nose and full mouth which Aunt Lettie had described as impudent, the
face now of a startled pixie.

"What a beautiful sight you are," he said at last on a sigh of pure
pleasure.

"Uncle Padrick?" she asked, finding a multitude of questions and
emotions racing through her.

"And who else would you be thinking I might be?" He looked down at her
with those well-remembered eyes, filled with love and laughter, and
doubts, fears, and questions vanished in a wave of joy.

"Uncle Paddy," she whispered as she flung her arms around his neck.

As they drove along the highway from the airport, Adelia stared about
her in fresh amazement. Never had she seen so many cars, and all flying
by at an outrageous speed. Everything moved so fast, and the noise, she
marveled silently, the noise was enough to wake the dead. Shaking her
head, she began to bombard her uncle with questions.

How far was it they were going? Did everyone drive so fast in America?
How many horses were at Royal Meadows? When could she see them?
Questions buzzed in her mind and through her lips, and Paddy answered
them tolerantly, finding the soft lilt of her voice as sweet as a summer
breeze.

"Where is it I'll be working?"

He removed his eyes from the road a moment and glanced at her. "There's
no need for you to be working, Dee."