‘Check the glove box.’ Reilly leaned forward in the back seat to get a better view of Kennedy pulling Chris’s so-called ice-breaker from the glove box. ‘A book?’ ‘Not just any book. It’s ‘Ceol na hÉireann’ – the music of Ireland, one of my old schoolbooks. One of the tunes Conn was playing yesterday is in there, but he was playing from memory.’ It was definitely worth a shot, Reilly thought. The kid seemed to find comfort in music. So typical of Chris to find such a gentle, non-invasive way of breaking down someone’s defenses. Which merely made his own pigheadedness about his medical condition all the harder to take. At the home they were once more greeted by Maggie Molloy who led them again towards the day room where Conn’s music could be heard. ‘OK, here goes nothing,’ Chris said, walking into the room with the music book in his hand, the others having agreed to keep a safe distance this time.
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