Inside a busy public house with the name of Cora’s Place, Finn and Mickey were greeted by a collection of misfits and workers lingering in the warmth before heading home for the evening. It was dark and cosy, and the perfect place to sink into oblivion and catch his breath for just a moment.
"What'll it be lads?" a voice called before they reached the bar. A broad-shouldered woman who must have been Cora was ready and waiting, her chin jutted forward and a dish rag flicked over her shoulder. "I say what'll it be?"
"Two beers," Finn said. "And two bowls of soup or whatever it is you're cooking back there." He turned to his companion. "Yer must be hungry?"
Mickey patted his belly. "I never turn down a meal."
"Ham sandwiches or a fourpenny plate?"
"What's a plate?"
"Whatever the Finch t
