“I thought she’d never
leave,” said Kate.
“Now dear, you really
shouldn’t complain about my mum. You spent almost the entire time in a
hotel, with room service,” said Alasdair.
“Quick. Shush. Grams is
coming,” Hamish whispered to his parents.
A moment later Grams strolled
over, holding her knitting bag in one arm and a wrapped present for Kate
under the other. “Here dear. I saw this and immediately thought of you.”
“Thank you Grams. You
shouldn’t have.” Kate ripped open the wrapping paper, revealing the
tablecloth Grams had stolen from the china cabinet. “It’s lovely. It goes so
well with my dishes.”
Grams pulled Kate into a hug.
“Glad you like it dear. I spent quite some time searching for the perfect
Kate mumbled under her
breath. “But apparently you only shopped in my dinning room.”
“What dear? Did you say
something?” Grams shoved her eye glasses on her face.
“No, nothing,” said Kate.
“Och, but I must be loosing
“Oh,” said Kate, “I mumbled
something about having to use the loo.”
“Don’t let me keep you dear,”
“I need to visit the loo
myself,” said Alasdair.
“I’ll be waiting right here,”
said Grams as Kate and Alasdair walked away. She called to their retreating
backs, “Don’t tarry. I don’t want to be missing my flight.”
Hamish overheard Kate say,
“Aye Alasdair, get a move on it. She really needs to get on that plane.”
Once his parents disappeared from view, Hamish hugged Grams.
“I’ll be sure to visit you
more often now that I’m no longer sick,” said Grams.
He leaned back and met her
Grams grinned. “Promise. Now
step back, I need some room.” Wrinkling his brow, Hamish stepped aside.
Grams whistled and held open her bag. “Hurry up boys, it’s almost time to
Hamish gaped at the sight of
leprechauns crawling down from the ceiling and forming into a leprechaun
ladder. One by one, they waved at Hamish before leaping into Grams knitting
Finnegan paused before
joining his friends. “It was nice to meet you…oh, and don’t take anymore
guff from that Alec lad.” He poked Hamish in the knee before saying, “And
thanks for lending us your Grams.”
“What are you talking about?”
Hamish eyed Finnegan and Grams.
“Uh oh. No time to explain
Finnegan,” said Grams. “Quick, in the bag before Kate and Alasdair see you.”
With a shower of leprechaun dust, Finnegan disappeared into Grams bag.
Hamish eyed his approaching
parents. “What’s Finnegan talking about Grams?”
“Oh,” she said, snapping her
bag closed. “I must’ve forgotten to tell you the good news. I’m the King of
He whipped his head back
around at the news, facing Grams. “Seriously?”
“Aye. I’m sure.” She pulled
King Rogan’s crown from the pocket in her skirt and held it in front of her.
“See? Isn’t that a lovely diamond?”
“I’m the one who captured the
king, excuse me, “former king”. That’s going to take some getting used to.”
Grams giggled at the slip.
“I thought you only got his
treasure when you capture a leprechaun,” said Hamish.
“I did,” said Grams. “King
Rogan’s greatest treasure was his title and now it’s all mine.”
Hamish shrugged. “Oddly
enough, that makes perfect sense.” The arrival of Kate and Alasdair cut off
any further questions from Hamish.
“Give us a hug dear,” said
Grams, embracing her son and daughter-in-law. “And Hamish, be good, stay out
He chuckled. “Now that
Captain Malcolm is gone, it shouldn’t be too difficult.” Hamish crossed his
fingers when Grams went through security, fearing the capture of the
leprechauns, but they shrank themselves to the size of a doll. Grams rambled
on to the security agent about how odd it was that she found leprechaun
dolls in Charleston, but none in Scotland. The frazzled security agent waved
Once past the checkpoint,
Grams called out. “Hamish, like my shoes?” She lifted the edge of her skirt,
revealing red and white striped socks, and shiny black shoes with a gold
buckle in the center.
“What the--?” Kate glanced at
He shook his head. “Just
ignore it dear. I’m her son and after all these years, I have yet to figure
Hamish grinned and waved. As
Grams turned to leave, Finnegan poked his head out of her bag and waved
good-bye to Hamish. Gold dust scattered on the carpet with each step of
“Is that…gold dust coming
from her shoes?” Alasdair pointed at his mother.
“Let it go dad. Let it go,”
said Hamish, returning Finnegan’s wave. He left the airport with his
parents, no longer dreading his new life in America, but looking forward to
the changes. He was the grandson of a leprechaun king after all. Who knew
how many more adventures awaited him?