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4<br />
Tea Cooper<br />
‘You’re hurting me,’ Ruan moaned, as she made an instant<br />
decision, left the bags and dragged him across the road.<br />
‘Hurry up.’ Holding her chin high, she marched the poor child<br />
towards the sign proudly proclaiming the Harp of Erin. It might<br />
be unseemly, a woman alone entering a place like this, but she<br />
had no option. She shouldered open the door and stepped over<br />
the threshold into the dim interior. Dust motes hung in the thin<br />
shafts of light illuminating the sultry gazes and appreciative stares<br />
of the gang of sweaty, half-dressed men lounging around the fire.<br />
The woman behind the bar wiped her hands on a filthy apron<br />
and looked her up and down. ‘What can I do you for you, love?’<br />
Her wrinkled face creased into the semblance of something that<br />
could have been a smile.<br />
‘A room for the night, if you please. For myself and my son.’<br />
Her son, Ruan, dangled from her hand, twirling around, his<br />
eyes as round as buttons as he took in the packed room.<br />
‘Ruan, stay right beside me, here.’ She stamped on the floor to<br />
emphasise the spot.<br />
‘Just for the one night will it be, love?’<br />
‘Yes, that’s all.’ It wouldn’t even be one night except for the fact<br />
they’d been travelling for longer than she could remember and<br />
they needed food and sleep.<br />
‘Come on Davy’s dray, did you? From St Albans?’<br />
The stares and the woman’s questions set Roisin’s teeth on edge.<br />
‘Ruan, stay still.’ She sucked in a deep breath of rum-drenched air<br />
and willed herself to relax.<br />
After hours of bumping along the rutted road, the boy had ants<br />
in his pants. Roisin could understand his impatience, every one of<br />
her bones seemed dislocated by the buffeting they’d received. The<br />
dray had rattled and banged all the way from St Albans, falling<br />
into every single one of the potholes lining the road. What she<br />
wouldn’t give for a cup of tea.