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Our dad loved living here, though, not least because of the bargain prices on both rent and smack

“You stay in the car, understand?” I instructed Eion now, as alked outside

“Aye”

“Even if shite goes down I don’t need you being shanked for a second time, and neither does Aunt Tricia, savvy? I don’t want to have to sain”

“I already said ‘aye’”

“That’s not good enough, lad” I cringed at the tone ofbrother serious” like I had wanted it to sound “Promise me”

“I promise”

“Swear to St Brigid?”

Eoin sighed “I swear to St Brigid”

The streetlights were pretty sporadic, but the moon was full, which helped There were no other cars on the road except for those owned by ht

“There he is That’s his coat,” Eoin said, pointing emphatically out theto a man slumped over on the side of the road

“He looks pretty rough,” I said

“He needs help”

“He ain”

“Please?”

I dru, “Fine”

Easing the car over to the side of the road, I got out quickly, looking all around

There was no sign of anyone except for utter, who just happened to be our father If one could even call hi he was of the title

“Swing at ood ole dad by the shoulders

“Feck off, ya wanker!” he rasped in reply