*Frannie*
I step out of the full Moon club… the elegant name I had suggested for something rather inelegant at its core, as though pretty words could make sin acceptable… and walk toward the stairs that lead to the small flat where I live.
It's still part of the Club, but the outside entrance at least makes me feel as though I'm stepping away from the dregs and into a better life.
Not that I don’t have the means to live in a fancier dwelling. I do. Feagan’s lads treat me as an equal, and I share in the profits from our ventures. I could live in a palace if I wanted, but the money I earn is never for me. Others are far more deserving.
As I make my way up the stairs, I smell the familiar richly scented tobacco. It's a much more pleasant aroma than it was when we were children. Jack can
