I know they’re twins.That child looks starved.Have ye any porridge here? What’s porridge? says Malachy. Jesus, Mary and Holy St. Joseph! What’s porridge! Porridge is por- ridge.That’s what porridge is.Ye are the most ignorant bunch o’ Yanks I ever seen. Come on, put on yeer clothes and we’ll go across the street to your aunt Aggie. She’s there with the husband, Pa Keating, and she’ll give ye some porridge. She picks up Eugene,wraps him in her shawl and we cross the street to Aunt Aggie’s. She’s living with Uncle Pa again because he said she wasn’t a fat cow after all. Do you have any porridge? Grandma says to Aunt Aggie. Porridge? Am  I  supposed  to  be  feeding  porridge  to  a  crowd  of Yanks? Pity about you, says Grandma. It won’t kill you to give them a lit- tle porridge. And I suppose they’ll be wanting sugar and milk on top of every- thing or they might be banging on my door looking for an egg if you don’t mind. I don’t know why we have to pay for Angela’s mistakes. Jesus, says Grandma, ’tis a good thing you didn’t own that stable in Bethlehem  or  the  Holy  Family  would  still  be  wanderin’  the  world crumblin’ with the hunger. Grandma pushes her way past Aunt Aggie, puts Eugene on a chair near the fire and makes the porridge. A man comes in from another room. He has black curly hair and his skin is black and I like his eyes because they’re very blue and ready to smile.He’s Aunt Aggie’s husband, the man who stopped the night we were attacking the fleas and told us all about fleas and snakes, the man with the cough he got from swal- lowing gas in the war. Malachy says,Why are you all black? and Uncle Pa Keating laughs and coughs so hard he has to ease himself with a cigarette. Oh, the lit- tle Yanks, he says.They’re not a bit shy. I’m black because I work at the Limerick Gas Works shoveling coal and coke into the furnaces. Gassed in France and back to Limerick to work in the gas works.When you grow up you’ll laugh. Malachy and I have to leave the table so the big people can sit and have tea.They have their tea but Uncle Pa Keating, who is my uncle because he’s married to my aunt Aggie, picks up Eugene and takes him 72