”Oh, good God, you’re kidding?”
Her eyes twinkled. “Nope. They even had a picture, you were out to here,” She indicated a very pregnant stomach. “I love what they can do with computer graphics programs, don’t you? The little old ladies that buy those things in the grocery stores actually believed it.”
Kit just groaned. “I knew there was a reason I didn’t go up time much these days.”
Margo chuckled.
Kit decided the time was right, but he hesitated anyway, reluctant to destroy their fragile rapport. “Margo …”
She looked up again. “Yeah?”
”Would you tell me about my …I don’t even know if I have a son or a daughter.”
The sparkle vanished from Margo’s green eyes. She swallowed and turned her face away. “Daughter. You had a daughter.”
”Had?”
Margo wouldn’t look at him. “Mom died. A few years ago.”
The ache of losing something he’d never had a chance to cherish left Kit struggeling against sudden tightness in his chest. He blinked rapidly several times, fighting a salty sting behind his eyelids. How had Kit’s only child died. His daughter …She couldn’t have been very old, if she’d died several years ago. An auto accident? Catastrophic illness?
”What was her name?” Kit whispered, trying to keep his voice steady. “What did she look like?”
Margo didn’t answer for a moment. Then, in a low voice, “Mom’s name was Kitty.”
Quicksilver pain flashed through him. Sarah had actually named their child Kitty
”She had hazel eyes. Kind of sandy-colored hair. When I was a little girl she laughed a lot. Look, I know …I know you want to hear about this and I want to tell you, but–” She blinked rapidly. Kit realized quite abruptly his grandchild, too, was on the verge of tears.