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"That doesn’t matter either" It’s not as if Maeve told me to spill any banshee secrets, after all "It’s e do Sing a la his jaw "I’ve lostfor thehborhood" I drink fro with a kick, because I’ in four hours "I’m sorry for your father"
"Don’t be He wasn’t--well, he was old He was from here, Boston My mother came from Galway They married late and they had me late and now it’s too late to say ain "Will you wait here while I get a drink?"
It’s no hardship to watch hio to the bar and order a Guinness Those jeans fit his backside quite well He isn’t wearing a wedding ring but surely he has a girlfriend soht for too long When he sits down again he says, "My ard old crones, toothless and gray haired I’htly "I’ly as they coaze "I haven’t been able to get your song out of my head"
Banshees don’t enchant men It’s not our job For a laly
Maeve will not be happy if I accidentally use fey ic to snare a human lover
"Mr O’Neill, why is it you had to speak to ently?" I ask
He lifts his head and eyeset here before he died, but it was too late When I go back, I have to know that my brain’s not cracked or fried Not that it matters to the US Army"
Despite myself, I touch his hand His skin is warm but there’s Sorrow inside hiood man, or maybe not, but it’s a rare son who can bury his father without cost
"Your brain is fine, Mr O’Neill You won’t hear ain"
"Never?" he asks
I steel ain Honest truth, no denying it I’oing back to Iraq "
"Is there a way I can reach you? A cell phone, a post office box?"
The door opens to let in three uood-humored until they drink too ers They reet myself in uniform, eat dinner, catch the van, and fly back across the Atlantic tonight
"It’s not in our best interests," I tell hiain with that direct stare "I think it would be coain"
It’s been awhile since anyone flirted withhair in a red blouse
"I have to go," I tell hiain, on your father"
Out on the sidewalk, I see that he rode here on a motorcycle If ever Sorrow had reason to wail, it’s because of ive you a ride somewhere?" he asks
Banshees can lie just like anyone else "No, "
He passes me his leather coat "You’ll freeze to death in the meantime Take this"
His hands brush htly different circuht try to kiss my cheek And I’d let hioes his way and I go mine
At the hotel I realized I don’t have any way to return his jacket Worse, still, he left his cell phone in the inside pocket A nice silver gadget, one with all the latest apps I call the nuoes to voiceht and back in Dublin leave it in a kitchen drawer The leather jacket, I wear to ood onIt’s also my luck to catch the flu and spend the week afterward sick in bed, because being a banshee doesn’t save you from tiny little bacteria of doo out of the shower, barely feeling well again, when ain