“Thanks for takin" care of that pair of eejits,” Franco said. “I"m sorry ye had the trouble in my restaurant. Meal"s on the house. No, Leo, Ah"m no" takin" yer money; pay the next time yer in.”
The four of them stood in the door of the restaurant and watched the brother limping and the sister lurching along the main street. Zoë retched, stopped and was sick in the gutter.
Nathan was in no doubt why Dorothy"s father and Zoë hated him and that his presence had spoiled the glorious future they"d wanted for her, a world of university and middle-class security far ahead of his milieu of shipyards, welding and crumbling Galt Place; a working man with ambitions in Jazz. It had not mattered to Dorothy that they were from different worlds; and it had never concerned Ma. Nathan was not ashamed of
