Divide the Dawn- Fight by Eamon Loingsigh

Author:Eamon Loingsigh [Loingsigh, Eamon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9798622209321
Published: 2020-04-18T04:00:00+00:00

Mary Magdalene’s Blemish

I hope they try and stop me, Anna bites her lip as she approaches the guarded door of the Lonergan bicycle shop.

Petey Behan looks at her with a box-faced smile, “Yo Anna, who was it got a leg over on ya, eh? Timmy Bucks says it was Poe Garrity, but I says no way.”

Anna looks at Timmy with his buck teeth protruding from an open gob, “This fookin’ muppet? He might be able to eat a apple through a tennis racket, but he don’ know the first thing about what a woman wants.”

Matty giggles when Timmy’s face scarlets.

Anna turns and comes face to face with Petey, then steps closer so that their noses almost touch, “An’ you? By the end o’ this day, ya will pay for those words wit’ blood.”

She moves to walk past, but Petey stands in front of the door, “What’s the password?”

“Fuck you ya fookin’ box o’ rocks.”

“That ain’t it.”

Anna wheels round and throws a punch and just as Petey is about to retaliate, her big brother Richie comes out the door and stares wordlessly at Petey until he backs away.

Anna flies into the bicycle shop with the wind as the door crashes against the wall.

Her mother Mary sits at a small desk with tears in her eyes. Forever with tears in her eyes. There are different types of tears that come from her mother. Some are begot by anger. Some from self-pity. Others for the martyrdom of Jesus on the cross. And still more for the all-too rare acts of kindness offered to her.

The begging mother, the mendicant mother, they should call her.

Anna knows all the types of tears Mourning Mother Mary has in her arsenal. But the tears that fill her eyes today are borne of defeat.

Anna slams the door and looks to her younger brother, sixteen-year old Willie who stands next to Richie’s most-trusted follower, the curly-haired Abe Harms.

“Go outside Willie,” she coldly commands.

“I’m old enough to know what’s goin’ on around here,” Willie protests.

“Get out right god’amn now!” Anna screams and kicks the small desk over that her mother sits behind.

“Ya go out as well Abe. . . go,” her voice low now, assured. “This is a fam’ly matter.” She turns her eyes back to Willie, “For the elders o’ the fam’ly, both o’ yaz go.”

As Willie walks past her, Abe touches Anna’s elbow so gently that she thought it might be a fly. He leans into her ear with breath of cool mint, “Bevare your family’s fury,” says he. “But a big brother is forever your champion, yez.”

“Wha?” Anna turns angrily, yet something compels her to whisper back to him. “I don’ need a champion.”

“If only a lady might need one to protect. . . or avenge her,” he backs away with eyes of supplication.

Avenge? Avenge what? What does he know?

Anna turns slowly to Richie, but cannot get a read on his impassive, pale eyes. Then to her mother. Exposed, Mary is bellowing and jiggling and sagging in the chair that now has no desk in front of it.

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