He’d lost her and now his heart ached with the likes, which he’d never known before. Before she hung up the phone, he knew she would cry but after the tears were dried, she’d have washed her hands of him. It wasn’t so easy for him because he didn’t cry. Ever. The last time he remembered sobbing was when he was eight, and he’d been beaten to a pulp by a few kids on the council estate. His mother had told him it was his own sorry fault for being a “sissy” and if he didn’t want it to happen again, he better “man up,” and learn how to fight. Finn began taking boxing lessons from Father Sheehan who ran the local gymnasium for school-aged lads. The next fight a few of the council estate boys picked with him, he’d not only won but managed not to hurt them too bad so he wouldn’t get in trouble with local law enforcement. However nothing could make his current situation any better because his stupid pride had led him down a path that he should have known would be nothing but trouble.
