Wheeling Gull Isle belief

he had come to learn that mo truly was a boy in every sense of the word. in the best ways. lively, active. curious but kind.

it was hard to not feel a paternal yearning when he looked upon the boy.

but bartholomew was without wife, without sons. sweetharbor was his family now. nestled carefully in the expanse of his heart. guarded by his faith.

i am shy about my singing. his eyes wrinkled with humor. my singing voice is not nearly as kind on the ears as my talking one.

what do you sing about, mo?