Brian shut the door to old Mrs. O’Toole’s house and whistled “Shenandoah” down Clinton Street. He loved his new apartment – Martin had done a good job at convincing the old lady to let Brian move in, even when he had no money to pay. At least not now. But he had four piano students lined up, all four from St. Patrick’s Church. That Monsignor Doherty who was Martin’s brother-in-law spooked Brian with his knowing eyes, but he never said anything.
He knocked on the door of the Limerick’s Spruce Street house. “Good afternoon, Mr. Larney,” came a sprightly voice from Annie Kate when she opened the door. “You’re just in time for a spot of tea in the parlor. Martin and Siobhan are inside.”
“And the top of the day to you, Brian,” Martin exclaimed from the parlor. Siobhan sat on the divan and merely glanced up, preoccupied with two-year old Patrick on her knee. “Mother, bring the whiskey for a celebration with the good Mr. Larney. It seems Siobhan is to have another child in eight months’ time.”
A girl – Brian hoped should would be a girl. Girls were more fun than boys.
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