“Everyone has already sat down. We’ve got a full table tonight. Even our wee Katie and her Ahmed are here, but we’ll make a quick stop in at the kitchen before you scare the living shite out of the rest of them.”
More by habit than desire, Mike followed his mother down the hall to the tiny kitchen at the back of the house, his presence unnoticed amidst the multiple conversations bouncing around the table in the other room.
“What in God’s name is goin’ on with ye, my Michael O’Shea?”
“I told you, Mom. Work.”
“If not for yer lovely eyes that are so much like yer Da’s, God rest his soul, I’d hardly recognize ye under all that of that mess. Tell me ye went to the hospital, at least?”
“Yeah. They told me to take it easy for a few days and I’ll be fine.”
“Horsefeathers. More like come back
