Chapter Seven
The press briefing eventually finished and Rafferty could escape, Though the escape was from one shouting frenzy to the expectation of another. For when he got home that evening, it was to discover that they were expected round at his sister Maggie’s home.
It seemed that Abra, reluctant to have Rafferty foist the selecting of Ma’s present onto her shoulders, had rung round and organised a family pow-wow.
He barely had time to eat his dinner before he was hustled out of the door. ‘What’s the rush, woman? It’s only the family. And nothing will be decided tonight, anyway.’
‘You’d be late for your own funeral. It’s rude.’
‘Sure and amn’t I just an ignorant Oirish oik. Begorrah.’
‘Don’t you start that Irish stuff with me. I’ve got an Irish gran myself, but I don’t use that a
