You've got a FriendKaren and Maggie's birthday arrived in dumplings, candle lit turnips, and apple cakes.
The latter made by my Ma. The dumpling a Lena Doyle special that she’d brought earlier when the Doyle's had arrived for the shared, layered, chocolate covered, birthday cake, that was a Teresa Regan special.
We'd only begun singing Happy birthday, and Maggie and Karen readying themselves to blow the candles out. When the hall door was suddenly blown open by a gust of wind.
The birthday cards blown off the mantel shelf and candles extinguished before the cake toppled from the table to the floor, and the look on my Mother's face wasn't lost on me. Matching the one on Lena's, that said fear, and knew something strange had occurred.
Rod, Pat, and Feets, waited at the corner until I car
