She found herself looking about as if she did something wrong, yet the timid Irish expatriate stepped onto American soil with a subtle, eyes down hope.

There was a well made oak and nails ziggurat, an intimidating wreck of an old school Irish hot head who neglected at the last minute to tell Allie, the fleeing mom, that her daughter wasn’t dead.

(Photo: Edward Roads)

Written by Edward Roads

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