Twenty-seven:
Rafferty O’ Broin
In the early mornin’ hours, I showered, and dressed. Then I crept from my room to hers because I still couldn’t quite believe that after all of these years of waitin’ she was with me. Reluctantly, but I had her. My girl. My bird. My Lark.
I opened the door gently, to see if she was still there, sleepin’. There she was, looking like everyhin’ that I’d been dreaming of for the past several years. I could have made her get up and go with me. But today was not a drag-the-love-of-your-life-to-work kind of day. Today was collections day.
Da owned half the city. He put up money for everything from restaurants to schools. He collected a small profit from those places. At the end of every month, I went to each of those businesses with Nolan and col
