Michael runs to me. Mammy was crying. Mammy was crying for you, Frankie. She says,Where were you all night? I was here. You had me demented.Your father walked every street in Limerick looking for you. Mr. Clohessy says,Who’s at the door? It’s my mother, Mr. Clohessy. God above, is that Angela? ’Tis, Mr. Clohessy. He struggles up on his elbows.Well, for the love of God, will you come in,Angela. Don’t you know me? Mam looks puzzled. It’s dark in the room and she tries to make out who is in the bed. He says, ’Tis me, Dennis Clohessy,Angela. Ah, no. ’Tis,Angela. Ah, no. I know,Angela. I’m changed.The cough is killin’ me. But I remem- ber the nights at the Wembley Hall.Aw, Jaysus, you were a great dancer. Nights at the Wembley Hall, Angela, and the fish and chips after. Oh, boys, oh, boys,Angela. My mother has tears running down her face. She says,You were a great dancer yourself, Dennis Clohessy. We could have won competitions,Angela. Fred and Ginger would have been lookin’ over their shoulders but you had to run off to Amer- ica.Aw, Jaysus. He has another coughing fit and we have to stand and watch him hang over the bucket again and bring up the bad stuff from his insides. Guard Dennehy says, I think, missus, we found the by an’ I’ll be going. He says to me, If you ever go on the mooch again, by, we’ll have you in the jail above.Are you listenin’ to me, by? I am, Guard. Don’t be tormentin’ your mother, by.That’s wan thing the guards won’t put up with, the tormentin’ of mothers. I won’t, Guard. I won’t torment her. He leaves and Mam goes to the bed to take Mr. Clohessy’s hand. His face is caved in all around his eyes and his hair is shiny black with the sweat running from the top of his head. His children stand around the  bed  looking  at  him  and  looking  at  Mam.  Mrs.  Clohessy  sits  by 167