<> Lingard049 Chapter 6 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard049 Manuscript Rafferty, Kevin English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard049 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard049_1.jpg LHL Archive 46 yard. Brede usually rose early too to help her. Her mother often said that she did not know what she would do without her and that when she married it would be like x losing her right hand. "There’s your lunch boxespieces," said Mrs McCoy to her husband and Kevin, setting two plastic boxes of sandwiehes on the kitchen table. Kevin took his box and went off down the street whistling. It was a fine morning and the birds were chirping from the rooftops. He liked being out before too many people were astir. As he came abreast of the Raffertsy's doorway SteveBrian came out pulling on his jacket. "Hang on a minuteTake your time, Kevin. I’ll walk down with you." "SteveBrian," screeched Mrs Rafferty from inside the house "if you see that father of yours you can tell him he needn't bother coming home again. " She appeared in the doorway in curlers and dressing gown. She had the shrillest voice in the street, and that was saying somethingquite a claim. Kevin took a few steps away. "Good morning, Kevin," she said, noticing him. "Honest, that man of mine is a cross no woman should have to bear.' He'll never put foot over this doorstep again of I have anything to do with it." "For goodness sake, Ma!" SteveBrian said. "You know fine enough you'll have him in." He fell into step beside Kevin and they left her raving to herself. "He'll be back as soon as he plucks up enough courage to face her." He chuckled. "She's the only one he's afraidafeard of." There was a time when Kevin had stood in awa of Pat Rafferty, a Text