Malachy said, Look, look, and we looked. It was a great silvery sheet of water and Dad said it was Lough Neagh, the largest lake in Ireland, the lake where Cuchulain used to swim after his great battles. Cuchu- lain would get so hot that when he jumped into Lough Neagh it boiled over and warmed the surrounding countryside for days. Some day we’d all come back and go swimming like Cuchulain himself.We’d fish for eels and fry them in a pan not like Cuchulain, who would pluck them from  the  lough  and  swallow  them,  wriggling,  because  there’s  great power in an eel. Is that right, Dad? ’Tis. Mam  didn’t  look  out  the  window  at  Lough  Neagh. Her  cheek rested on top of Oliver’s head and she stared at the floor of the bus. Soon the bus is rolling into a place where there are big houses, motor cars, horses  pulling  carts, people  on  bicycles  and  hundreds  walking. Malachy is excited.Dad,Dad,where’s the playground,the swings? I want to see Freddie Leibowitz. Och, son, you’re in Dublin now, far from Classon Avenue.You’re in Ireland, a long way from New York. When the bus stops the trunk is lifted down and set on the floor of the bus station. Dad tells Mam she can sit on a bench in the station while he goes to see the IRA man in a place called Terenure. He says there are lavatories in the station for the boys, he won’t be long, he’ll have money when he returns and we’ll all have food. He tells me go with him and Mam says, No, I need him to help. But when Dad says, I’ll need help carrying all that money, she laughs and says,All right, go with your Pop. Your Pop.That means she’s in a good mood. If she says your father it means she’s in a bad mood. Dad holds my hand as I trot along beside him. He’s a fast walker, it’s a long way to Terenure and I’m hoping he’ll stop and carry me the way he did with the twins in Toome. But he lopes along and says nothing except  to  ask  people  where Terenure  is.  In  awhile  he  says  we’re  in Terenure and now we have to find Mr. Charles Heggarty of the IRA. A man with a pink patch on his eye tells us we’re on the right street, Charlie Heggarty lives at number fourteen, God blast him. The man 51