“I didn’t tell them at first. I knew it wouldn’t take long for it to get out. My father was given the job of tackling me. ‘I hear you’ve been seen in Devereux’s,’ was what he said to me, as if it was a brothel or something. I just laughed, said the old feud had nothing to do with me, that what was past was past.”
“That simple, eh?”
“What could he say, if you think about it?”
A familiar feeling coils inside me, deep and cold. “So…A happy ending all round. How moving.”
He knows what I mean. That it could be that easy, after all they put us through. That he could just say, what’s past is past and, miraculously…it was.
He leans forward in the chair. “I often wondered how things turned out for you, Dev, but I never got the nerve to ask your mother. Our association – hers and mine – was ver
