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“Her eyes, they shone like diamonds. I thought her the queen of the land. And her hair hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band.” I finished. “Encore!” Someone called, so I smiled and started my voice up again. When I was finished with that number, the room was silent. I turned and saw the most feared man in town. “I’ve never heard Carrickfergus ever sung so sweet.” He commented, and I bowed my head and blushed. I got a job here in Birmingham as a barmaid about a month ago, and since then I’ve met all sorts of characters. Like Harry, my boss and coworker. A very respectable man, a kind soul. He wasn’t going to hire me at first, something about me being too pretty and nice, until I told him I had experience from pubs in Galway, …show more content…
He swallowed it down and exhaled smoke slowly. “What are you going to do?” “It depends on what he’s going to do. I think I’ll tell Ada that Thorn went to America, or Russia. Aunt Pol tried to kill it, but Ada wants to keep it.” Tommy gave a shaky sigh. “He’s missing now, and all I can think about is that there’s no name for the man who doesn’t come back.” “You never know, Tommy. Some people may surprise you.” I said and touched his arm. “What? Like how you just surprised me?” He chuckled weakly. “Sure. Just an example.” I shrugged with a smile. Tommy gave a sad smile. “You know, in France… In France I got used to seeing men die. Never got used to seeing horses die. They die badly.” He finished off his cigarette and lit another one. I stood there patiently and waited for him to say more, since I had no idea what to say. “Tommy. Might I ask something?” I spoke up. “Mm.” He simply nodded. “I’d like to sing. Only one night a week where there’s singing. Saturday nights, open and easy. Everyone gets to sing their song, just like we did in Galway.” I said, then looked down at my lap. “Harry was too afraid to ask you.” “And you aren’t?” He asked with an amused