March 1921 Part 2 by Nonie McElroy

Brigid and Nuala stand under the stoop outside the house on Erne Street. Brigid’s bones still ache from this morning, the cold not quite expelled yet. She stamps her feet to keep the circulation going. ‘Would ya stop, Geraldine will think you’re awful impatient if you’re stamping like a cow when she opens the door.’...