<> Lingard083 Chapter 9 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard083 Manuscript Church, Bells English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard083 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard083_1.jpg LHL Archive 76 "Mind your own business!" Kevin spoke fiercely. "I don't know that it might not be my business," said Brian, straightening up, "If it's the same Sadie I'm thinking of." "You won't tell me what to do, Brian Rafferty." "No?" Brian smiled, andleaned back his shoulder back against the wall of a house. Kevin wanted to push his head through the wall but he walked on. There were still a number of people around in the streets and firemen were dousing the last smoking remains of Doyle's pub. Kevin skirted the crowds and reached home without having to exchange words with anyone else. Fortunately, all his family was asleep, even Brede. "No" said Kevin and left him. A few yards, and he was home. He shut the door thankfully behind him, tiptoed upstairs in his stockinged feet and fell asleep on the bed fully clothed. He wakened to the sound of church bells and Brede prodding him in the ribs. "What time did you come in last night?" "Haven't the faintest ideaa clue. " He yawned and stretched. There was a smell of bacon in the house. "Get y up," said Brede." or you'll be late for mass." He washed and,changed his clothes, and went dovm to the kitchen. The rest of the family had eaten. His mother was fussing about, washing faces and combing hair. All the children wore their best clothes. It was the only time in the week when they were all clean and tidy at the same time. Kevin took his breakfast from the frying pan and sat down to eat. Text