Nory Ryan's Song
“Sean and his brothers were gone.
The currach was gone too, gone to pay for the Mallons’ rent from last year. Gone, not even for Cunningham to use. “What would he want with the sea, and the cold, and the aching hard work?” Liam had said. “What would he want with the danger?”
Devlin had locked it up with chains on the pier in the harbor. It would be there, with the tar on the canvas drying and cracking, until great holes appeared and the currach wasted away. It wouldn’t be the first time.... There were others there, waiting for the owners to pay the rent they owed and get them back, but it never happened.
But I couldn’t think of the currach now. I had to eat something right away. I couldn’t wait for the hen that Celia would cook.
I didn’t even want to think about the hen. What we were doing would not be a good idea in the end. It would mean one less egg every day. I imagined a mountain of eggs, each of them sizzling in a little pan, gone like Mallons’ currach.MoreLess
The currach was gone too, gone to pay for the Mallons’ rent from last year. Gone, not even for Cunningham to use. “What would he want with the sea, and the cold, and the aching hard work?” Liam had said. “What would he want with the danger?”
Devlin had locked it up with chains on the pier in the harbor. It would be there, with the tar on the canvas drying and cracking, until great holes appeared and the currach wasted away. It wouldn’t be the first time.... There were others there, waiting for the owners to pay the rent they owed and get them back, but it never happened.
But I couldn’t think of the currach now. I had to eat something right away. I couldn’t wait for the hen that Celia would cook.
I didn’t even want to think about the hen. What we were doing would not be a good idea in the end. It would mean one less egg every day. I imagined a mountain of eggs, each of them sizzling in a little pan, gone like Mallons’ currach.MoreLess
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