Thirty-five:
Rafferty O’Broin
My father was released from prison.
Liam O’Broin was a tall man, with a hard face, who looked like he had gotten into fights every day of his life. He also had the same dark hair as us and blue eyes. Normally, he stayed at our old, family home in the country. But when he was released from prison, he insisted that we had a family dinner at Fitheach.
Lucy was exhausted from the day, so I left her at home, and went to dinner by myself.
“You sure you’re ready for this?” Nolan asked, as the two of us sat at the bar waiting for our father to arrive.
Beacan had overseen the pub that day, as he usually did on days when he wasn’t at school. “Why wouldn’t he be ready for it? It’s just Da.”
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