“Um, Ma, I’m here to walk you home.”
She put a hand upon his scruffy cheek, rubbed the thick whiskers. “He’s a good son I have, Stephanie. Never shaves, but if that’s his only fault, I suppose I can consider myself lucky. Though I sense it’s not just the goodness in his heart that brings him here tonight.”
His mother could always see through him. She knew he was gay at a young age but never said a word. Some topics just never got discussed. Eventually some topics became accepted. Same as tonight, she knew he had an ulterior motive, and it wasn’t until the house had been cleared and the doors closed up, when Jimmy and Maggie were back out on 47th Street, that she gave voice to her concerns.
“This about that awful Dean boy?”
Jimmy pictured Mickey as he came into Paddy’s Pub, all muscle a
