I live in number twenty-three. There’s an old lady living in number forty. There’s no one living in any of the other houses, just the ghosts of people who never existed. I’m stranded, she’s abandoned. She never has visitors. I should go down to her, really. When Daddy and me went in to the auctio...
The poor little children do be pasty-faced for the want of a sunny day and the very minute they’re back at school, it comes out to mock them! How is it at all? And then the crathurs has to go in to school wall-falling with the tiredness after their big trip to Dublin for the All-Ireland. When Tip...