She’s in the bed with the baby. Malachy and Michael are up in Italy asleep. I know I don’t have to tell Mam anything, that soon when the pubs close he’ll be home singing and offering us a penny to die for Ire- land and it will be different now because it’s bad enough to drink the dole or the wages but a man that drinks the money for a new baby is gone beyond the beyonds as my mother would say. 186