Padraic
entered the room. It felt colder than on the street outside, and he wondered
how that was possible. He would have liked to have spoken to his uncle first,
but the bearded man lying on the table in the center of the room seemed
indisposed and unreachable. “Aedan,” he said, embracing his cousin. And while
the taller man’s lean arms wrapped around him, Padraic could not help
but notice the protruding ribcage beneath Aedan's shirt. “And … ?” Padraic hesitated
as he approached Kyla, looking to Aedan for her forgotten name.
“Kyla,” said Aedan, as he reached
for a chair to offer to their first guest in years.
“Good morning to you, Kyla,” Padraic said,
removing his cap and bowing slightly. “How are you?” 'What a foolish question,'
he thought. 'Can’t you see how this freezing child starves, while her father
drinks his life away?'
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