RAFFERTY WAS NO SOONER through the door that evening, than his brother Mickey came knocking.
‘Tara still won’t have me back,’ he began. ‘Your romancing campaign didn’t do the trick.’
‘No?’
‘No. I’m sure Abra’s told you. What’ll I do now? I’ve nowhere to live. I’m bunking at Ma’s for now, but I’m used to my own place.’
‘Well, get a flat, why don’t you?’ Rafferty fought shy of telling his little brother the truth. ‘Anyway, come in. I want to see my girls.’
Rafferty led his brother through to the living room. He remembered Abra had said she’d seen Tara with another man, well loved-up. He thought Mickey would be the better for knowing this, then he could give up on the faithless Tara, but he wasn’t keen on invoking another torrent of tears, so he avoided the subject.
Rafferty introduced
