Bruar's Rest

green-eyed tinker lassie watching with pride.
    T HE E ND

P OSTSCRIPT
    I reflected during many sleepless nights that my storyteller had more insight into her tale than a traveller woman who had just been told it by another. Unable to get free of these restless thoughts, I took a visit to my late friend’s lawyer, who held her legal documents. She had left no heir and he agreed to see me. In his presence I viewed the only papers still surviving to say who she really was.
    The marriage and death certificates, plus a torn Peddler’s Licence, gave familiar information, but there was one more document—a certificate of adoption. Mary had been abandoned as a child and reared by a couple named Margaret and Blair Stewart.
    Was Blair none other than Bruar, and was Megan’s real name Margaret?
    I don’t think I want to track down war records or write to the authorities for information about the characters from this story. Something tells me that Mary knew the answers, and that’s good enough for me.