Chapters (71)
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Part One
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Part Two
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Part Three
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Part Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Part Five
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
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“No, she was alone,” Finn answered. “I didn’t even knows abart a sister. How did ye knows there was one?”
“I walked Sarah home last night, remember, and it was the sister who let us in. She was a beauty, believe me, a knockout.…”
“Are ye interested, eh?” Finn probed, laughter in his eyes.
“No, I am not, believe me.… She’s a widow lady,” Blackie replied quickly, thinking, And a gorgeous widow.
“Oh, perhaps that’s why I never set eyes on her. Did ye see her before last night?” Finn continued to press.
“Never. I understand she’s a bit of a recluse. Quite refined, like, and—”
Blackie stopped abruptly as his uncle appeared and beckoned. “Come and get the plates, lads, and I’ll bring the other two.”
Once they were all settled at the table, Finn looked at his plate, his eyes wide with joy. He hesitated, wondering which thing to eat first. The slice of lamb with a spoonful of mint sauce or a roasted potato saturated with rich gravy. A moment later, he picked up a fork and started with the roasted potato, then cut into the meat, after that a carrot. They were all melting in his mouth. What a special meal, he thought, as he relished the food. I’ve never eaten a Sunday dinner like this. I hope I get invited again. He knew he must be on his best behavior today. He ate slowly, savoring every bite.
When they had apple crumble with warm custard sauce, Blackie was in seventh heaven. He loved his dessert; it was his favorite, in fact. But he was well aware that today Aunt Eileen had made it for Finn. He wasn’t jealous; he was simply glad his friend was able to enjoy this lovely treat his aunt had prepared.
He suddenly realized, yet again, what thoughtful people his aunt and uncle were, knowing they brought kindness and compassion to him, and his friends. Patrick and Eileen Kennedy were truly unique and loving people, who always showed generosity to their family.
Once dinner was over and the dishes washed and dried by the three men, a steaming pot of tea was served. It was while they were enjoying it that Patrick brought up the trip to the Ham Shank to fetch Moira Aherne. Patrick explained that Jack Blane was joining them next Saturday, and they discussed strategy for some time.
Nineteen
Blackie began to feel nervous as he walked up the hill toward the Traveler’s Rest pub a few days later, and this unexpected emotion took him by surprise
He had always been self-confident, sure of himself, but now he was a little rattled. It was because he was going to see Angela and, at the sudden thought of her, his step faltered, and he leaned against the fence of a house.