The key was in
the padlock. The door moved open. The woman came in, her shawl down from her
shoulders. "Maag!" she breathed. The girl and the man were between her
and the firelight.
the woman stood directly inside the door. The child said nothing but looked
from one to the other. The woman waited for a while. Slowly she took off her
shawl, then closed the door behind her. She walked carefully across the
kitchen. A match scraped on a matchbox. She lighted the warm lamp. As the light
came up, Paddy was looking steadfastly into the fire.
Paddy?" she said quietly.
"Had you a
fightin' gone well?"