Paddy O' & Curly Slim, Book IV: four of six books, #4

By Richie Patton

A continuation of the intense, memorable multi-families saga full of surprises, twists and turns.

 

The evolving lives of the irresistible Paddy and Rhonda, their birth families and family of friends ratchet up with more of life's joys, sorrows and lessons learned. Plus, new installments of the BONUS book.

 

What you'll be in for:

 

The sudden, shocking death of a loved one.

 

Paddy's humorous put down of an arrogant doctor who has been stalking Rhonda.

 

A supersplentasterificous, full-of-fun-and-frolic, old-fashioned Polish wedding.

 

The trip of a lifetime – right from the get-go surprises and wonders … followed by more surprises and wonders … of honeymoon, a magical land and unknown family found.

 

And, much more ...

 

And, from the BONUS book:

 

Reg Blair's first job on land in Bombay, India; marriage to the lovely Untouchable Rodiya woman, Bandari; the birth of their first child, a boy Graham Thomas nicknamed G T; a troubling letter from 7,000 miles away; a voyage of mercy to Reg's beloved surrogate parents that ends in tragedy … and so much more.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Richard A. Patton
• Release date: Aug 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201642853

Richie Patton

Born and raised in inner city Chicago, Il, Richie spent all but three weeks of his high school years in Royal Oak, MI. The father of five beautiful offspring, he and the original Curly Slim, his wife, Betty, now call South Carolina home.

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BOOK IV

The exciting continuation of the inspiring saga of irresistible teens and families by

RICHIE

The heartrending fourth book of the memorable new series.

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P A D D Y O'

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C U R L Y S L I M

Really enjoying the book. I just finished Chapter 4 and don't want to put it down. Love the characters and your descriptive writing. I can picture everything in my mind. Terrific! M.M.

I liked the book. It has a good plot with some interesting moments of intrigue. C.F.

I adore this story. All the characters are brought to life with such detail and I find myself living in their world. R.M.

"The characters are interesting and the progression of the story is both expected and not, which for me are musts in a good read. Paddy – adore him. His internal dialogue feels real. He has great appeal. I like seeing how he matures and gets better working through his mounting problems. Rhonda –

cool girl. Lots of … class. Really like the little sit-down between Rhonda's Mom and Paddy. All the characters who came into Paddy's life subsequently made for a good story." N.S.

You connected me to people … Love each of the characters. I could really be friends with Joey. What a refreshing read – not riddled with descriptive sex scenes, violence … but references to great values (hard work, praying devotion, etc.). So now that I finished the first part through tear-filled eyes, please send the rest of this wonderful story. J.P.

I enjoyed your book very much and would highly recommend it. It is a fun book. The relationship between Rhonda and Paddy works well. There's adventure, comedy and warm caring. I think Corker is a wonderful dog. I can just picture him. N.M.

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Copyright © 2013 and 2018 by Richard A. Patton (writing as RICHIE) All rights reserved. No part of this book of fiction may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage or retrieval system, without permission of the author. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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This sequel of the superstupendalificous saga is also dedicated to the original Curly Slim – partner, lover, mother of our beautiful critters, soul mate, my wife, Betty. As she would rightly say: Living with an Irishman builds character. Who else in their right mind, in their wildest imagination, would begin to give me the patience and perseverance, tolerance and unconditional love she has.

May the saddest days of the future be no worse than the happiest days of your past.

– Irish blessing**

"May flowers always line your path

and sunshine light your day.

May songbirds serenade you every

step along the way.

May a rainbow run beside you in a

sky that's always blue.

And may happiness fill your heart

each day your whole life through."

– Irish blessing**

** The blessings are from a number of different sources.

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Chapter 1

Mam, speak to me … please speak to me. Paaaaddy, come quick.

Paddy flew down the stairs two at a time, skidding to a stop in front of the open bathroom door.

Kiara was on the dark linoleum floor, holding her mother's prostrate body in her arms. Corker, who Molly had become closer to in the past year, was beside them, mewling and furiously licking Molly's inanimate face.

Ki, stay where you are! Don't move Mam from your arms. Corker, heel! The bull mastiff mix usually quick to respond to Paddy's commands, hesitated like he wasn't sure who he should be by.

Then, with another lick of his broad tongue to Molly's face, scampered to Paddy side. "Corker, sit …

stay!"

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Paddy rushed forward. He knelt down; then, bent low to his mother's chest. There was no movement, no sound. He took her wrist to check for a pulse. Again, nothing. He checked her carotid pulse. Nothing. Ki, quickly call the police … the emergency number by the phone. After you speak to them, go outside ... wave them down so there's no delay. Go! Hurry!

Paddy started CPR, just like he had with Rhonda at Lake St. Clair. But this time, after having practiced with Rhonda's guidance on a mannequin, more confident and more proficient. It's got to work again, he assured himself. No, it will work. His tears wet the front of his mother's blouse as he worked furiously to force life into her limp body. C'mon, Mam! he screamed, "dammit, breathe … breathe …

breathe, ya gotta breathe. God, make her breathe … don't let her leave us. Please … don't. "

He kept going and going and going … He couldn't stop. There was no way he would stop, not until she would come to life like Rhonda did last summer, coughing and sputtering and finally drawing breath normally.

He was panting, inhaling large gulps of air, chest burning, arms now so exhausted he could only pump in slow motion when he felt the hand on his shoulder.

Son, let us help.

Paddy looked back, saw two uniformed police officers through blurry eyes. One gently pulled up his limp body and set him down in the hallway. Kiara immediately clung to him with Corker beside them. The other officer took Molly's vitals. Lips compressed, shaking his head dejectedly, he glanced at the first officer who was now performing CPR. The officer stopped pumping and rocked back on his heels.

Kiara let go of Paddy, sprang up, rushed to her deceased mother and wailed. No, Mam! You can't leave us, you can't, you ...

One of the policemen stopped her short and was hugging her to his bulk when Paddy wearily got to his feet, gently extracted her away and, holding her close, shuffled the two of them into the den.

Last year there was the death of their father. Since then, at North Main Animal Hospital, the deaths of clients beloved pets and their anguished reactions. He didn't like any of the deaths but he had become dispassionate, accepting of the inevitable. Didn't Father Haney tell him following the death of his father, Rory, Son, life and eventually death are both as natural as our breathing, the beatings of our hearts. Our ultimate salvation is eternal life in and with our Lord Jesus Christ. It's just as natural to grieve and miss loved ones. He hadn't grieved much over the loss of his biological father and wondered, now, how he would actually take his mother's passing from this point.

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Young man, I'm sorry, said the shorter of the two officers pulling up one of the matching rattan chairs. Just a few more questions and we'll be out of your hair. The taller officer took the other chair close to the east window. Rays of early sun bathed his tight crew cut styled sandy hair.

Yessir, Paddy answered dully, petting Kiara's head as her sobs ebbed to whimpering. Corker sat in front of her with his huge head covering her thighs and lap, gazing up with sad eyes.

The officer by the window made notes of Paddy's answers in a pocket-size notebook.

And, your mother was a homemaker?

Kiara raised her head and interjected. No! Her strangled tone was full of hurt and belligerence. She twisted around and faced the officer with burning eyes. "She has a big sewing

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business, employs two other women, does so much so we can stay in this house, she … she ..." Kiara slumped against Paddy, sobbing.

The questioning officer gave Paddy a sad look and mouthed, Sorry.

The officer with the small notebook got up and went to the doorway. He eyed the phone on the end table beside the small couch and shook his head. He glanced at his partner and murmured, Jimmy, I'll call from the patrol car.

Jimmy nodded solemnly. Okay, Hubie. He retuned his attention to the sad tableau on the small couch. Paddy, are you up to more talk?

If you like. Paddy stroked Corker's head with his free hand while Kiara's sobs decreased to intermittent noisy inhaling.

We're done with our questions but I'm curious about something, if you don't mind. Are you the Irish lad Detective Bratton told everyone about last year? And, this is your dog who took a chunk out of that scofflaw's butt.

Deadpan, Paddy gave the officer a long look. "Depends on what will happen if I admit to it.

Corker, not a word now, y'hear." Even in his sadness the teen couldn't help his whimsy.

The officer smiled knowingly and extended his hand. I'd like to shake your hand, kid.

Corker rose up, poised, looking to the doorway; then, wagging his tail, shimmied out of the room.

Moments later, preceded by His Hugeness, Anna Murphy appeared in the doorway -- her husband, Garrett, looking over her shoulder – and immediately went to the kids. She crouched and took both in her arms. Silent tears trailed down her cheeks.

Officer Hubie, who had led the Murphys into the house, looked at his partner and said, Jimmy, the Assistant Coroner is on his way. I'll be in the living room.

Anna looked up with bloodshot eyes. Garrett, be a good man and go to Church. See if Father Haney or Rodgers can come. Leave the children in the nursery while you're on the hunt.

Suddenly realizing Rhonda was awaiting him for the beginning of their day, Paddy jumped up with a grunt. Excuse me. He snatched the phone off the end table and extended the cord into the hallway.

Paddy dialed. The phone had hardly rung at the other end when he heard her canorous voice. It always lifted him up, even under the worst circumstances. Duczinski, residence.

Curly Slim ... He hesitated, thinking, How best do you tell someone your mother suddenly

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died.

O,' are you okay?

He drew a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Macushla, I have … have bad news. We found –

he paused, fighting back emotion threatening to erupt -- Mom dead this morning.

Ohhh my God. How awful. I'll be right there.

Wait, baby. I want to have you here so badly, to hold you right now but we need you to do some things before you come. Maybe it'd be easier for you at your house, okay?

O', whatever I can do to help.

Please call Rene and Chuck about today. Then Joey. He might be at Lorraine's.

How 'bout the Shrine?

Anna's here and Garrett's gone to look for Father Haney or Rodgers.

Okay, I'll get on the calls right away and be over there as soon as I can.

"Thanks, Polska Girl. I love you more.

We'll debate that later.

#

Son, your mother's next of kin?

Paddy eyed the Assistant Coroner, a tiny, middle-age man with a horsey face – one his mother would call homely – with thinning blond hair and astute brown eyes that projected empathy and understanding. Just my sister, Kiara, and I, sir. Both sets of grandparents in Ireland are gone. There's no one else. Will there be an autopsy?

Your father?

He died last year, sir. He and Mam were from Ireland.

I see. Are there any adults in your family here?

Me, sir. I'm 18.

Son, I'm sure you're, uhm, mature and capable but I mean someone over 21.

Sir, I'm responsible for me and my sister, now. The answer came out with a testy edge but Paddy really didn't care at the moment. He gave the man an exasperated look. He was about to ask, What if there was no one 21? but instead, not wanting to be pissy, said, My adoptive father. He's over 21.

His name, please?

Joseph L'Hommedieu.

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At hearing Joey's name, the man's expression changed to instant recognition. Silently, he bowed his head to the notebook in which he was making personal shorthand notes and wrote. Adept at reading upside down, Paddy smiled to himself as he read, Joey La. It was a common nickname Joey was known by in some circles. Hmpf, another one of Joey's secret clients, Paddy thought.

As soon as the man raised his eyes, Paddy switched his expression to solemn.

What is Mr. Lamadoo's telephone number?

Paddy was tempted for a moment to say something like, Sir, try the same number you use to bet with him. However, telling himself not to be a wise guy and complicating an already difficult time he, instead, took out his wallet and extracted Joey's card – the one with EQUINE CONSULTANT on the front – and gave him Joey's protected private number. Sir, will you try to contact him today?

No, first thing tomorrow. Why?

He knew my mother well. I want him to hear about her from the family. We'll be in touch with him, today.

Thank you, young man. He held Paddy with genuinely compassionate eyes. "I'm sorry for your loss. We'll take good care of your mother. I almost forgot … the autopsy will be completed soon.

I'll make sure you get the report. If there is anything I can do for you and your sister, don't hesitate to contact me."

Thank you, sir.

#

The Assistant Coroner, helped by the policemen, transported Molly's sheet covered body on a collapsible gurney into an Oakland County van. Paddy watched the loading sadly but happy to know Kiara was in the back of the house comforted by Anna Murphy, the moxie countrywoman, they both loved. Ki was taking her mother's passing particularly hard. He hated to see anyone, human or animal, suffer but especially his family. Rory, with his Pancreatic Cancer, seemed to suffer more than enough for all of them before he succumbed last year. Paddy felt numb. He wondered when Molly's sudden death and absence would hit him. What else could he do?

As the van pulled onto 12 Mile Road, he surveyed the area in front of the house. A small group of curious neighbors – Mr. Zemoyn, Mr and Mrs Wendt, the Kaufmans and old man Vachon – had congregated on the sidewalk next door on the line between Mr. Vachon's house and theirs. While they kibbitzed, they threw anxious and wary glances toward the O'Shaughnessy house. With the rash of recent burglaries, the people on several blocks of 12 Mile east of Crooks Road and nearby cross streets

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were nervous. At one time or another, the last three years Paddy had done some form of odd jobs for many of them. He liked them all, especially Vachon, the old widower who always had a kind word for him, was always candid and treated him like an equal rather than an inferior kid.

Head aching, Paddy ambled out to the group. Before he could speak, Mr. Vachon threw his arms around him and just held him for several long moments. Then, the old man who was surprisingly strong held the teen at arms length. Son, we're all naturally curious. If you're up to talking.

Paddy nodded. Folks, Mr. V., we found Mom on the bathroom floor. Kiara and I tried to revive her; then, the police.

Was it, ah, caused by someone breaking in and hurting your mother? Mr. Zemoyn posited.

Paddy shook his head. No, sir. Nothing like that. Right now we don't know exactly what caused her fall. She hasn't been feeling very good the last few weeks. We're going to make sure there's an autopsy.

Behind the gathering, a car pulled into the O'Shaughnessy's driveway. Down deep Paddy was hoping it was Rhonda. He needed her close, her mere presence seemed to give him strength and solace during difficulties. He glanced over to see one of the priests from the Shrine; then, turned back to the group. Excuse me, our friend Father Brogan Haney.

After they hugged warmly, Paddy said, Father, thanks for coming so quickly. You know how much we need you with us but I hope Garrett didn't take you from something else you had to do.

Charlie (referring to legendary Pastor Father Charles Coughlin) can handle it quite well.

Come, our Kiara needs you.

They stopped on the front porch before the house door. The savvy young priest gave his former

altar boy a probing look. And, you son? Paddy looked long into the caring dark eyes of the Black Irishman who knew more about him than anyone else.

Over some four years, the teen had developed a special bond with the genial and very likable Father Haney. He hailed from County Wicklow, Rory's home county that bordered Molly's home area County Wexford, and had one of those rare personalities to which people were immediately drawn and, sometimes to his consternation, were all too quick to unload their deepest intimate thoughts. Originally through the Sacrament of Confession and receiving absolution for his transgressions their relationship grew to avuncular/nephew intimacy. To Paddy, the association he developed with the good priest was exactly what he needed with an older male for he didn't enjoy anything of the kind with his remote, austere father. It wasn't long before the two, both given to a certain whimsy were delighting in one

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another's capricious humor. Paddy had once accused Father, in good-natured jocularity, of coveting

Rhonda Helena Duczinski for the Church. Before Paddy and the lovely Polish girl began dating, Father Haney had done his level best to conscientiously evangelize her to the religious life as a nun. When she eschewed this life direction – "Fr. Haney, I appreciate how you compliment me but I do have a strong calling to be a nurse and a mother," she would say – the genuine man of God would bide his time and try again.

Once Paddy and Rhonda were an obvious twosome, Paddy would deflect further efforts to recruit her with an affable,'Tis a good effort on your part, Padre, but Rhonda and I have decided to marry. And, we'll be determined, with our best efforts, to propagate the faith with litters of critters from which you can have your pick, y'know.

A dog fancier who had grown up with an Irish Wolfhound and was duly impressed with Paddy's Corker, Father laughed while saying, And, perhaps a stout male or two from the litters for the priesthood, eh.

Now, before entering the house, Paddy spoke in low, strained voice, Father, right now the best I can tell you is I'm numb. Please, with all else you have on your plate, offer up more prayers for Kiara and me. Please … go to her, now. She's with dear Anna who's the closest to a substitute mother for my little sister, but she needs you.

The priest nodded. Are you up to doing something?

Sure, for you ... any time.

You'll have more people arriving – the D's, Joey, others. Be a good idea to move your car from the driveway into the garage to make more room, it would. When you finish that, please move my car closer to the garage. He handed Paddy his car keys; then, entered the house.

Paddy needed something to do, to get his head together. After the cars were moved, he slumped up the driveway. When he turned right across the tiny patch of turf which served as a front lawn, she was standing at the bottom of the porch steps. He started, surprised because he didn't see the D's car.

She ran the few feet and threw herself into his arms. Oh, Paddy, I am so sorry, baby.

I know, I know. Just hold me tight, Polska Girl. Don't let go til I do. I need you so badly, I do.

His tears dropped on her shoulders exposed in a sleeveless blue and white stripped blouse.

She tightened her grip. Her silent tears fell. In a strained tone she murmured, I need you, too, Irish Boyo.

Finally, they parted but slightly. He felt the strength she had somehow graced him with. His

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fingertips gently blotted her tears. Thank you, mavourneen. What would I do --

The tip of her index finger found his lips, cutting off the other words he was about to say.

"Funny Buddy, what would we do without each other! " It was a strong statement, not a question.

C'mon, I have to check on Ki. She's in good hands with Father and Anna but all the same she needs her big brother nearby.

O,' she said, a delaying hand on his arm. "I want you to know everyone's been contacted. So shocked they are. They'll be by later. I did have to leave a message with Uncle Joey's answering service to call as soon as possible. I know you'll want to tell Papa Joey what happened yourself. Dad, Mom and the bros. had already left for Mass. You know Joe'll want to be here for Ki as soon as he hears.

Paddy managed a weak smile but for the sad circumstances would be a broad grin. He liked Joe Duczinski. I noticed the two of them last Sunday at the picnic. Hmpf, at that age I was always playing ball. Didn't think much about girls. Maybe I was a slow learner.

She pulled back in surprise and, with that radiant look in her dark eyes, said, I can assure you you've made up for it since we've known one another, you have.

They mounted the porch steps and entered the house. He looked at her questioningly, I didn't see your Dad's car.

No silly with them having gone to Mass already I took a shortcut through the cemeteries. Her voice broke briefly; then, she regained her calm. I wanted to be with you as soon as possible.

She already told me they went to Mass, he thought. Get your mind in gear, boyo. They strode into the house holding hands.

Paddy and Rhonda looked into Molly's bedroom where on the quilted brown bedspread Kiara curled around a pillow with Anna at her side, massaging the girl's back. Rhonda, who had helped Paddy's younger sister prepare for and develop her own siting business, joined them. Paddy looked on, shaking his head sadly. Ki was closer to their mother than he was. God, he said silently, please don't let her go down into the pits now. He departed the bedroom, repeating his petition to the Lord.

Across the narrow hallway, Paddy had no sooner stepped in to the den when the phone's shrill ring split the calm. O'Shaughnessy residence, Paddy announced in a low, tight voice. He had no desire to talk but knew he had to be with it for the sake of his well-being and his sister's.

Mio figlio (my son), I just got Rhonda's message to call you. What's happening?

Thank God, it's Papa. He immediately felt his adoptive father's strength. Papa – the boy hesitated, taking a deep breath – we found … found Ma' … Mam dead this morning.

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Aw, nooo, Paddy O.' Me and Rainey'll be there as soon as possible. We can talk then. Do you have someone with youse for now? I can make some calls for you.

Si, Papa. Anna e il nostro buon amico Padre Haney (Anna and our good friend Father Haney).

Paddy glanced over at Father and Corker. The priest was glued on the TV Mass on Channel 9 from Canada while absently scratching behind Corker's large floppy ears. Purring-like sounds of contentment came from deep within the Big Guy's broad chest.

Molto bene (very good)! You were fasting before Mass?

Naturalmente, come sempre (Of course, as always).

"You and Kiara must keep your strength. Me and Rainey'll stop by Dixie Cream Donuts in R.

O. on our way. A good assortment for everyone."

Sicuro (Sure). Grazie (thanks). Paddy replaced the black rotary phone in it's cradle and sat down wearily. Though his head and body were hurting he managed a slight smile at a recollection that had snuck uninvited through the crowded layers of his troubled mind. Paddy was sitting on the sidewalk back to the front of the Dixie Cream Donut store off downtown in Royal Oak.

Fourteen-year-old Paddy needed a reward. Weary after a crammed full week of school and two part-time jobs, the teen was ready to fall out by Saturday. After walking miles, lugging the heavy

newspaper bag, folding and throwing papers to countless homes he decided he deserved some goodies.

Having an insatiable sweet tooth, that he typically controlled through the week, he decided to pig out once his week was all but complete – there would still be caring for the boarders at the animal hospital early that night – but the exhausting labor was over for another week.

He asked the Detroit Shopping News Supervisor, Fred, to drop him off before continuing northward to the homes of his other two extra route deliverers, his pals Rene and Chuck. After buying a dozen cake donuts – four cinnamon, four cherry and four of his favorites, chocolate covered – and a quart of chocolate milk for $1.25, he stationed himself at the end of the building as far away from the entrance as he could get. There he gorged himself with a pubescent enjoyment lost to the adult passersby who cast critical looks his way. Following the confectionary feast, belly full to painful bursting, Paddy strolled leisurely home, a pace quite a bit slower than the swift gait employed in delivering his papers. On the way, he did a mental tally of his earnings for the week and was pleased with how much money he was able to sock away in savings. The absence of the $1.25 in that amount would only be regretted briefly as he recalled the delicious satisfaction it had bought him moments earlier.

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Now, he looked up from his remembrance. Intermittent sympathetic murmuring came from the bedroom across the hall. Three feet away in the tiny room, Father Haney was jotting in a small notebook as he focused on the priest giving his homily in the TV Mass. Corker, sitting beside Father's chair, was gazing at Paddy.

Paddy looked back at his partner, forever amazed at what he saw in the great canine's light yellow eyes. Beyond the indelible bonding they had ever since Paddy had rescued the Bull Mastiff-mix as an injured pup, there was more. He knew people, other than Marty and Doc Francisco, would consider him out of his mind but he saw an unmistakable understanding in those eyes along with human-like feeling of compassion.

Keeping his eyes on Paddy, Corker mewled. It was a sound Paddy was familiar with, a low cry saying I understand your loss, I feel for you and I want to help.

Butt bustling, Corker came to the teen's side. He took Paddy's arm into his mouth. Gently holding the teen's left forearm, he gazed up, drawing Paddy's eyes into his own. That look from Corker was exactly like what he had offered Paddy after the teen was beaten last year by J.J.'s brother -- I'm here for you, what else can I do to help?

Rhonda stood in the doorway, quietly observing. Suddenly, she had an odd reaction. Gracious me, why would I feel that way, she thought, instantly troubled?

From early on in their relationship, Rhonda had been both bewitched and alarmed by the depth of Paddy's need and want of her. But, it wasn't long before she felt the same for him. In their minds and hearts, they had come to see themselves as kindred spirits. Not only in this life but beyond for all eternity.Yet, here she was on this sad day, the heartened object of frequent looks like her love was now exchanging with his canine partner who meant so much to him, experiencing a serious twinge of …

what, she wondered? No, come on, it couldn't be. Could it? The feeling certainly felt like the strong emotion she had felt when she learned the boy she was close to before she met Paddy was dallying with a classmate who had been a good friend. Good grief, Rhonda, she scolded herself silently, really you can't be jealous of Corker. Though her family had never had a dog or other pets, she had come to be close to the huge Bull Mastiff-mix and he with her. Rhonda, she continued telling herself, you've known from the git-go how close they are. She heard a nun from the past admonish her when she had done something silly in class: Get rid of those thoughts, pronto, young lady. Fearful the compunction was showing on her face, she told herself to smile extra big.

Gentlemen, may I get you something? Rhonda said, making an extra effort to sound cheery

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without overdoing it. Perhaps a cuppa tea or coffee?

Paddy turned from Corker, smiled at his Polska Girl and gestured toward Father.

Ah, thank you. A cuppa tea (in Father's County Wicklow brogue the word sounded like tay as in the name Taylor) would be brilliant, it would.

O,' your usual?

Paddy nodded. Grazie, macushla. And, a couple yummies for our buddy, okay. Papa and Rainey will be here, later.

At the sound of the word yummies Corker dropped Paddy's arm and quick stepped after Rhonda to the kitchen.

Father laughed and said, He understood the word 'yummies,' he did.

That and much more, he does. One day he heard me say s-h-i-t and nipped me on the leg, he did. Mam must have influenced him.

Father roared. You're pulling my leg, eh?

Paddy shot Father an impish grin. Well, it was something like that, don't y'know.

Moments later, Rhonda appeared in the doorway holding a carved wooden tray with three cups, creamer, bowl of sugar and small plate of ginger snaps. From the sounds of it, somebody told a funny in here. Corker walked into the room licking his chops.

Your beau was telling me how His Hugness chastised him for having a potty mouth, he did.

Rhonda snickered. Comes as no surprise to me, Father. I've been on this Irish Boyo about the four-letter words he's tempted to use.

Realizing how hungry he was, Paddy dipped a Ginger Snap into his coffee cup and downed it in one quick bite.

After a spell of companionable silence and Paddy sitting with Ki for a time so Anna could get some tea and join Father and Rhonda, there was a Hallo from the front.

Paddy smiled at the sound of the voice and left Ki who was now sleeping uneasily. In the living room he greeted Joey and Lorraine with warm, lingering hugs. Lorraine took three white Dixie Cream Donut boxes into the Dining Room. Joey threw his muscular arm around Paddy's shoulders, drew him close and regarded him soberly.

Mio figlio (my son), how youse and Kiara doin'?

"Papa, I'm so glad you and Lorraine are here. We're ... – he paused, tilting his head and throwing his hands out in front of him, palms up – I don't know. Ki's been looked after by Anna. She's

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sleeping right now." Paddy looked off.

Eyebrows bunched, Joey gazed at Paddy inquisitively. He didn't like what he saw. At one time, he had held it all in the same with the death of his own mother. Facing the boy, he held his face in his large, outsized knuckled, scarred hands. His eyes bored into Paddy's. Mio figlio, he whispered fiercely, "youse must let it out. Be sad for your Mama. A good woman, a young widow, passing too early. Be sad for you and Kiara. Dere's not'ing weak about crying. It's good for you."

Paddy suddenly convulsed, shaking violently. His body sagged with great sobs. Joey quickly propped him up. Holding Paddy close, Joey murmured, Keep letting it out, mio figlio, all out, all out.

Eventually, the teen's sobs ebbed. Intermittent shuddering mixed with wheezy gulps of air followed and in time subsided. Papa Joey --

Don't speak. Lay down here. Joey placed Paddy on the long couch in the living room. I'll get you a cool wash cloth for your forehead. Joey headed for the bathroom a few feet away.

Paddy pushed himself to his feet and headed for his mother's bedroom. In the hallway, he bumped into Joey coming out of the bathroom.

Hey, Paddy, wha'chu doin?'

Paddy bounced off the wall and looked like he might collapse. Joey propped him up. Papa, I have to check on Ki, I do.

Joey shook his head. Wassamatta you! Ki is in good hands with three of the bes' ladies any of us could ever meet. He turned Paddy 'round and marched him back to the couch. Lissen to me. He placed the cool wash cloth across Paddy's forehead. Mio figlio, you have to stay stronger than ever now to take care of yourself and Ki. Much more than a brother. Father and mother, too. Capisce? Now, sleep. When you wake up we'll be here for you and have something to eat.

Paddy managed a weak smile. Si, medico (Yes, doctor).

Joey watched as his adopted son quickly nodded off. When Paddy was breathing evenly Joey bent, kissed his forehead and went off to check on Kiara.

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Chapter 3

Late that afternoon, Paddy awoke groggily. He frowned at a sound he usually didn't awaken to.

Shaking his head clear, he glanced around. The frown fell away, replaced by a warm smile. Joey was napping in the throne of a chair in the front corner beside the domed Philco radio. A distinctive snoring like the chuffing of an old steam engine was coming from his adoptive father's oft broken nose. Paddy picked up on the rhythm. His fingers moved silently in time for a few bars. His stomach rumbled and groaned with hunger pangs.

That large overstuffed beige chair stimulated some painful memories. It was Rory's O'Shaughnessy's favorite. An enigmatic, austere man, his biological father was to his confusion and disappointment emotionally estranged from his only son. Even after his death last year, the closest Paddy had gotten to occupying that foreboding seat was once sitting on the huge matching ottoman

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upon which Joey's silk-socked feet now rested. He wondered, Will I ever get over the empty feeling of the relationship that never was with my own father?

He quietly rose to his feet and padded to the rear of the house. At the open door to his mother's bedroom, he found Kiara sitting up in bed snuggled against Lorraine. In soft tones they shared stories about their school experiences. They looked up with concerned eyes and motioned him to their sides.

Bro', you were out like a light, Kiara whispered. How you doin' now?

He briefly scrubbed his face with both hands. Eh, I'll be okay. He studied his sister's haggard face. How 'bout you?

Under the circumstances, good. Anna, Rhonda and Lorraine have really been helpful.

Paddy smiled his gratitude to Joey's lady. Where are Anna and Rhonda?

"Anna went home to look after the kids and Garrett for awhile. She's coming back later.

Rhonda's in the den napping."

Hey, my stomach's doing a number. I should eat something, I guess. Can I get you guys anything?

Lorraine suggested, Why don't the three of us adjourn to the dining room and eat some of the goodies Joey and I brought from the donut shop? Or, if you like I could scramble some eggs or fix something else for you. You both need your strength.

Paddy brightened some at the sound of one of his favorite foods. His Mam had been dedicated to preparing eggs for him for breakfast regularly. He couldn't think of a better way to start the day.

The eggs sound good. As Lorraine stood up Paddy reached for Ki's hand and pulled his little sister up across the navy percale bedspread Molly had sewn. Navy blue had been one of Rory's preferred colors.

On her feet, Ki threw her arms around Paddy's neck and hugged him hard. Paddy returned her embrace. They lingered until Paddy finally said, Okay, kid, soup's on. Let's get it!

While Lorraine busied preparing the eggs, at the dining room table the teens took their usual places. Kiara sat staring longingly at the empty chair where their mother would normally be, always the same chair, it's back to the broad, doorless opening closest to the kitchen from which she could quickly fetch for her husband and children. Kiara's sad expression said she'd never see her mother, always in a drab bib apron, take those few, helpful steps again.

Usually cranked (excited) about donuts, Paddy hesitated, glanced commiseratively at his sorrowful sister and, then, peered down at his lap. His mind was troubled. Upon his father's death, Molly had made it clear that it was not only normal but expected by society for those left behind "to be

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low and not have any appetite. It's the way of life" she had emphasized. But while he had been disappointed he really didn't feel either at the time. Doggone, he told himself, I'll miss Mam, but my way, I will. Once in counseling with Nurse K. K., they had discussed people's varied reactions to death.

She had explained that while some individuals and cultures dwelt morbidly on a person's demise and spent some time grieving, others behaved quite differently. Their normal reactions ranged from quickly returning to regular patterns of life all the way to partying and outward displays of humor. As an example, she had described the traditional Irish wake which she expected Paddy was familiar with.

While Paddy had heard talk of the custom somewhere, his parents had abandoned the practice when they emigrated to the States. Like he couldn't understand how her habitual worrying about most everything would be any good for the worrier or the worry-ee, he couldn't believe putting on for somebody else's sake that he was blue and couldn't eat would help honor his mother's memory any

better than he would his way. Mam, forgive me for being different but I have to do it my way. Just as I've been doing more and more since Dad left us. It doesn't lessen my love for you in any way, it doesn't. May you rest in a special place in my heart and the peace of Christ, always.

A creature of some well-defined habits, Paddy followed his usual pattern eating donuts, treating his palate from good to better to best. First, the tarty cherry, then the sweet woody fragrance of cinnamon and, finally, with his taste buds, as he would say, warmed up, the piece de resistance, not one but two chocolate covered cake donuts. Ahh, the great feeling that came. How he needed them along with the mess of scrambled eggs Lorraine had prepared. She knew from observing him eat after workouts the healthy portions he liked. He hoped satiating his appetite would somehow alleviate the uneasy feeling he had with the troubling, free-floating anxiety gnawing at him.

Lorraine was having a croissant with sour cream; while Kiara was daintily forking a large apple fritter on which she had glazed butter beside her small portion of eggs. Paddy sat back, enjoying the fullness of his belly and the wonderful aftertaste of the confections intensified by his cafe en leche y sucre (coffee with cream and sugar). He was tempted to indulge in more of the donuts – there were certainly enough for a number of others – but knew if he did his bloated belly would hurt worse than it did with hunger pangs.

Anything happen while I was asleep? Paddy asked before raising the large coffee mug to his lips.

Mr. Vachon came by with a large carafe of homemade wine. Papa Joey tested it, claimed it was very good and shortly after was napping.

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Lorraine laughed. I believe Joey tested it two or three times.

Paddy and Kiara briefly joined in her knowing laughter; then, became somber again.

Rene and Chuck came by, Kiara announced. Didn't want to wake you. They said anything you need, just call. Father left a bit after Papa and Lorraine arrived, called back later. He can be available with a moment's notice. The D's stopped by, too. She paused, face twisted, inhaled deeply and let the breadth out in slow, measured releases. The Wendts and Kaufmans brought casseroles. I put one in the fridge and one in the freezer. Maybe we can have one tomorrow night.

Sure, we'll work it out, Paddy said, his tone suggesting we can make that decision tomorrow.

He paused, looking off thoughtfully for a long moment; then, added, Mondays are usually busier than a puppy in a roomful of rubber balls. I'll probably be late from work. He grabbed Ki's hands in his. His eyes met Lorraine's. Look, I have to do some thinking. If you and Papa Joey'll be here another hour or so, I'll leave Ki in your good hands. When Rhonda wakes up please tell her to wait for me so I can take her home.

Lorraine nodded. We expect to be with you til late tonight. Kiara, you okay with Paddy leaving?

Sure. He needs his time to cogitate. Besides, I want to hear more about your high school days and visiting your grandparents in Sweden.

They left the table hand-in-hand, chattering like two school girls who had known one another since first grade.

Paddy smiled at the two, relieved by his sister's improved spirit. He muttered to himself, We'll get through this okay just as we did when Dad died. Yet, in the back of his mind, he was uneasy about what the future would hold for them without their Mam.

#

Minutes later, Paddy and Corker were in one of their favorite places – the serenity of the Royal Oak Cemetery. Paddy knew he had a need to retreat to the quiet, pastoral ambience to have a good think about what was facing him and his sister.

Yo, Corker, here 'tis. Paddy bent low and entered into a natural domed space. Sniffing the ground of one of his favorite retreats, too, The Big Guy followed.

Deep in the old cemetery was a secluded copse of large bushes flanked on all sides by tall Oaks.

There, four years earlier at the age of 14, the angst-filled youngster recently torn from the neighborhood of his desire in Chicago, hurting from relocation and needing shelter from the unwanted

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new world he hated, found the refuge to which he could escape. In four years since, the bushes had grown taller and broader but the interior cavity, dusky dark and quiet but for comforting woodland murmurs, was the same cave-like sanctuary. With his arm resting over the back of the reclining Corker at his side, he thought long and hard of what he and Kiara would face with the death of their mother.

How would they deal with it? A checklist of all their needs and demands would be necessary. It was his approach – a list to galvanize his thinking and put matters into workable order. Without Mam, how would they budget and pay the bills? Of course, they could learn. Just as they both had over the last year. Holy sch-moly, would there be enough money without Mam? With the stress of the extended effort and contemplation of the unknown, Paddy's head ached. Comforted by his partners nearness and scratching behind his ears, Paddy took a deep, relaxing breath and exhaled noisily. Cahr, we need to get home and get some details down on paper. Once I can see them, I'll be able to figure things out a lot better.

Approaching home, Corker gamboling ahead, Paddy, though not sure of the specifics, had a confident feeling things would work well for he and Ki. Approaching Mr. Vachon's house, he thought, Whew, looks like a crowd at home. The D's car was in Mr. V's driveway while at his house he could see Father Haney and Anna Murphy's wheels, the rear almost blocking the sidewalk.

He and Corker entered the foyer and looked ahead to the dining room. Everybody was at the table eating. Wrappings and bags from Big Boy's festooned the table.

Corker sniffed the air eagerly like he was ready to pounce on the food.

Rhonda, munching on a double decker burger, caught his eye and, with her expression and tone of voice expressing sympathy said, "We didn't want to let things get cold, so we started without you.

I've got two Big Boys warming for you in the oven."

Hi everyone. Thanks, baby. Sorry, had a wee bit of thinking to do. Me and His Enormity went to our old retreat in the graveyard. I'll feed Cahrk and be right back. C'mon, Big Guy. He found Kiara's eyes and gave her a thumbs up.

She was familiar with the secret site from last year after her brother's beating. Corker, who the scofflaws had poisoned, had recovered enough to take a chunk out of one's backside. They were hopping mad about this and how Paddy had bested the two other Harper brothers. Fearing retribution, Paddy had made sure that when she exercised Corker in his stead both would have a sanctuary to escape to, if necessary.

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Paddy, surprised by his appetite, devoured the two double decker burgers as the others ate their desserts.

Typical of Joey's largesse, another assortment of goodies decorated the strewn tabletop –

brownies, eclairs, tarts and three flavors of Stroh's Ice Cream. Rhonda, who never seemed to add an ounce to her svelte figure no matter how much she ate, relished a large fudge brownie topped with two scoops of Neapolitan ice cream.

Considering what dessert he'd like best, a thought flashed through Paddy's mind: I should save a cherry tart for Mam; then, suddenly realizing what he had just thought, he bowed his head and shook it back into reality.

Rhonda and Rose cleared the table and refreshed everyone's drink. Joey selected a large tumbler of Mr. Vachon's homemade wine.

Paddy, Kiara, this is probably not the best time for youse, Joey started, but we have your family together now and it might be some time to come before we can get everybody together at the same time for youse. Are you kids up to some important talk?

Paddy looked around. Even if he didn't have blood relatives available, like the D's multi-generational family, he couldn't imagine a better family than he had around him right now. The two men Paddy loved most and knew him best were book ends at the rectangular table: Joey with Lorraine beside him at the head and Father Haney at the opposite