![]() He sounded so miserable that I had to cheer him up. He’ll be all pissy on the ride home now.” “You just don’t know how to work around him,” I mumbled. But none of us pissed Da off more than his firstborn. Well, apart from Eoghan, and that was only because he was still more interested in toddling around the house than speaking. ![]() It wasn’t like I could argue because he was right.Įvery one of Da’s boys managed to get him angry. Junior sneered, “I just have to breathe and he gives me shit for it.” “Why you always gotta make him mad?” I grumbled as I hurried after him. It had Junior hunching his shoulders, glancing away before he got that smirk knocked off his lips. When I scrunched up my face and tried to pretend I was inhaling, Junior, smirking, muttered, “Now he really does look just like you, Da.”ĭa scowled at my oldest brother, and we all recognized that scowl. ![]() ![]() Tucking the paper bag under his arm, Da handed the clerk a twenty, then peered at me, grinning as he scuffed his free hand over my hair. I slipped the candy cigarette between my lips and, when I looked in the window of the convenience store, crowed, “Look, Da, I’m just like you.” Conor THREE DECADES AGO DREAMS – THE CORRS ![]()
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