Claire`s finger brushed his own away, and touched the stone, caressing, as though touching flesh, gently tracing the letters, the grooves worn shallow, but still clear.
''James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser,'' she read aloud. 'Yes, I know him. ' Her hand dropped lower, brushing back the grass that grew thickly about the stone, obscuring the line of smaller letters at its base.
''Beloved husband of Claire,'' she read.
'Yes, I know him,' she said again, so softly Roger could scarcely hear her. 'I`m Claire. He was my husband.' She looked up then, into the face of her daughter, white and shocked above her. 'And your father,' she said.