"Why do we celebrate St. Patrick's Day at all if we don't drink?" Em asked as sulkily as a twelve year old boy covered in flour and sugar really could. "You aren't even Irish."
"I have already explained -" his older and darker cousin began just before whatever green concoction was simmering on the stove broke into a full boil and she darted over to tend to it, her battered old apron catching most of the splattering droplets.
"Look," Drake called out from where he was pounding a ball of dough into submission. "Do you want Dad McCarty's secret St. Pattie's Day Pie or not?"
"I do! I do!" Em insisted. Not willing to let esoteric questions get in the way of his gastric enjoyment.
"Remember what happened last time Ama made it while she was distracted?" Drake said with a warning tone.
Em winced at the reminded of the viscous smoke that had lingered in the house for days, the alarms that would not go off, the visit from the landlord, and the resulting week of house work.
"I'll go help Donny look for a four leaf not-a-clover," Em offered.
"Good idea that," Drake said.
The small, round boy slipped off through the door, leaving a trial of white shoe prints behind him.
"I have already explained -" his older and darker cousin began just before whatever green concoction was simmering on the stove broke into a full boil and she darted over to tend to it, her battered old apron catching most of the splattering droplets.
"Look," Drake called out from where he was pounding a ball of dough into submission. "Do you want Dad McCarty's secret St. Pattie's Day Pie or not?"
"I do! I do!" Em insisted. Not willing to let esoteric questions get in the way of his gastric enjoyment.
"Remember what happened last time Ama made it while she was distracted?" Drake said with a warning tone.
Em winced at the reminded of the viscous smoke that had lingered in the house for days, the alarms that would not go off, the visit from the landlord, and the resulting week of house work.
"I'll go help Donny look for a four leaf not-a-clover," Em offered.
"Good idea that," Drake said.
The small, round boy slipped off through the door, leaving a trial of white shoe prints behind him.
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