Her voice was low but sharp as a hand pick. She shook her brother’s shoulder then pinched his ear.

“There be a man asleep in Da’s bed. A stranger soon be receiving a good-mornin’-to-ya from my club!” she half-whispered.

Sean McCann tried to ignore the intrusion into his dream. He was with his boys buying him whiskey in the shebeen. The lovely Katie sitting on his lap, stroking his hair as he sm...