“Dublin was disappointing, I
admit,” Sowerbutt said. “With the Church threatening eternal damnation,
there’s just not the business. I
checked the books for that half-share in the brothel, but there
wasn’t the turnover. Plenty of
red-blooded lads, but it is a small town, too strait-laced.
“Still it was good to catch up
with some of the Blueshirts I knew in Spain and we’ll be getting some deliveries soon of Irish beef and
butter. Make a pretty penny.”Polly smiled: “I’ll be glad of some decent food. The rations are hopeless, if you can find anything. It is alright those politicians talking about fighting the Jerries on the beaches. Meanwhile we’re wasting away. Thank goodness for your tins of steak.”
No comments:
Post a Comment