Chapter Twelve – Roly O' Hare“Merry Christmas everyone,” Seamus O'Leary roared across the long oak table to his guests as he raised a glass of white wine, “Now tuck in and enjoy.”
“Merry Christmas,” the group chimed, “Thank you Seamus.”
Sheila Hannigan took a few minutes to cut up Roly O'Hare's meat and vegetables before sitting down to her own turkey lunch. Roly had become much weaker since they'd arrived at her Uncle's house but, stubborn as he was, the old man insisted that he was alright.
“Stop fussing woman,” Roly grumbled as he picked up his fork, “I can manage.”
Roland Junior gave Sheila a wink across the table, he knew that his father wouldn't manage without her.
“Pass down those sprouts,” roared Seamus, “And don't be shy at filling your plates, there's plenty more so there is
