dark.
Then there came the knock at the door, and SÃle put her hand to my cheek in the second before it opened.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
Brona decided not to come down with me to the pub that night, and it was just as well. âSo you met SÃle Gallagher,â Leo said musingly. âFair play to ya, lad! Some led me to believe they defend that place with swords and cannon fire.â He drained his pint glass and smacked his lips. âWhat didja tell them?â
âSaid I was an old friend.â
âSure, thatâs true enough,â Paudie said.
âAnd when you went in to see herâwhat did you say?â Leo asked.
âWe talked about a lot of things. Sheâs very ⦠playful,â I said lamely. âShe knows how to put a person at ease.â
Leo tittered like a nine-year-old girl. âAnd what sort of things did ye talk about?â
âHer adventures in India. Her artwork. Her family. That sort of thing.â
âYou didnât ask her about the apparition?â Paudie asked.
âThere wasnât time.â
I didnât look up from my pint, but I could feel Leo smirking at me. âYou got there and forgot why youâd come, isnât that it?â
I tried to suppress a grin, and failed. âPretty much.â
âSheâs the sort makes you forget yer own name,â he said. âI may be an old man, but Iâm young enough yet.â
Paudie rolled his eyes. âWill you be seeinâ her again?â
The old men looked at me. Leo tossed back his head and laughed.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
The next tape was labeled Declan Keaveney, 8 February 1988 . In that room in my mind, the boy in the black-and-white newspaper photographs came to life: the surly turn of the lip and the anywhere-but-here posture, his hair in greasy black spikes, handsome and callow. I saw him dressed in a thermal shirt, army boots, and the leather bomber, and he tapped his foot on the hardwood floor and settled and resettled himself in the chair as if fidgeting could get him out of the interview any faster. Father Dowd asked him the same basic questions about the apparition, and his answers essentially matched Tessâs, though they were not so willingly given. When the priest asked him to interpret what heâd seen, he became even less cooperative.
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FATHER DOWD
Do you feel blessed?
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DECLAN
I donât. I donât feel any different.
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FATHER DOWD
You saw a vision of the Blessed Virgin Mary, and you donât feel any different?
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DECLAN
(irritated at having to repeat himself)
I donât feel any different.
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FATHER DOWD
Donât you see? This is a chance to do some good in the world, lad. To be somebody.
The young man rolls his eyes as the priest is talking.
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DECLAN
Iâm already somebody.
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FATHER DOWD
And are you already doing good in the world?
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DECLAN
Probably not by your standards, Father.
The priest heaves a sigh, and just then he looks at least ten years older.
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FATHER DOWD
(sternly)
If weâre to see this through, we need your cooperation.
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DECLAN
How do ya mean, âsee it throughâ?
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FATHER DOWD
Why, bringing Our Ladyâs message to the world.
The priest pauses, for emphasis. But itâs like the boyâs bricked an invisible wall across his desk and nothing can get through it.
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FATHER DOWD (CONTâD)
You have been called, Declan.
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DECLAN
It was Tess who told you. Not me.
(smiles mockingly)
You can say it, Father: youâre surprised she appeared to me at all. That Iâm the dodgy one, the one who wasnât supposed to be there.
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FATHER DOWD
I can say this much, Declan: Iâd never presume to know whatâs going on up in that mind of yours.
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DECLAN
Youâre not denying it, Father.
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FATHER DOWD
Remember Our Lady, Declan. Remember her message. It goes beyond all our petty opinions and
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