“Are you really going to sell our house out from under me?”

“It’s Finn. Dad’s had a massive heart attack. They aren’t sure he’s going to make it.”

“Pauline on Irish soil again?  I almost don’t believe my eyes. I had 50 pounds on you not showing up.”

“It’s good to know you’re still a fuckin’ bastard, Seamus.”

“Oh it’s just you, Pauline. You’d think Mary Magdalene herself had risen from the grave with all this fuss.”

“We do all have lives here. We can’t just drop everything because she finally decided
to show up.”

“Will you look at her royal highness here with all the bags?”

“No wonder it took her so long to come back. She must have been packing since the day she left.”

“What’s going on with you and that priest?”

“Nothing yet. He’s a bit of a prude.”

“If anyone ever needed a little body of Christ it’s you.”

“You’re special, love. I don’t want to see you spend your whole life struggling to get by in Dublin. Someone as smart and talented as you. You’ll be a big success in America. You’ll see.”

“What are you waiting for, Pauline? Invite them in for a cup of tea.”

“I don’t want to go.”

“You have to.
 I’ve spent all our money on the plane ticket.”

“Don’t forget about us.”

“Turn around.  Don’t look. Don’t look at them.”

“Just one puff. Come on, we know I’m a goner.”

“How they’d get you to come?”

“Blackmail.”