![]() Tim O'Malley's had a good crowd this day. She saw her father's battered Fiat, among other vehicles she recognized. The west coast of Ireland shivered under it and dreamed of spring. No wonder, as it was well past time for lunch and not a day for strolling with winter racing in from the Atlantic like a hound from icy Hades. ![]() But not Maggie, never Maggie.Īs she steered her racked ng lorry around the last curve that led into the village of Kilmihil, she saw not a soul on the street. He was a man who loved to laugh, and to cry and to spin improbable dreams. Her father would be at the pub, among friends and laughter. No, Tom Concannon was a smart man, Maggie thought, and wouldn't be at home. Where else would a smart man warm himself on a frigid, windblown afternoon? Certainly not at home, by his own fire. ![]() ![]() I intend to stay single for the rest of my life. ![]()
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