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documents. The wallet could be strapped around his middle for security. Otherwise he was travelling without baggage, just the warm green cloak about his shoulders and the usual jeans and sweater. “The documents are real, that’s what makes them such good forgeries,” Danu had said as she showed him the contents of the wallet.
    He saw a sign for the airport ATM and it said ‘dollars and euro.’
    He took out a thousand dollars and slipped the notes into his wallet.
    â€œWill I have to pay it back?” he’d asked.
    Danu had laughed her delightful laugh and assured him that the gnomes in Zurich would take care of everything. “No darling,” she said, “Just don’t abuse it or give it to somebody else. It is yours and is the credit card of a Swiss bank. It should be good to go anywhere on earth for any amount.”
    A woman dressed in the green Aer Lingus uniform took his ticket and documents. It was then that Oengus remembered that he was supposed to buy and wear gloves.
    Danu had been coy but she’d said, “If you touch a woman anywhere, even on the hand she will have feeling for you. Be careful with your powers.”
    Embarrassed he’d laughed it off saying “Kerry girls weren’t like that. And they’d hardly let the likes of me touch them.”
    â€œBut,” Danu had countered. “Now you have been given back to us you will come into your heritage. Believe me you don’t want to upset girls.”
    â€œWhy ever not?” he’d asked.
    â€œHell hat no fury like a woman scorned.”
    â€œOh, ok,” he’d said to be agreeable. But inside he was churning. He was different. He had always known that. Kerry girls were afraid of him. And now he was asked to wear gloves so he couldn’t touch them. He felt sick but tried not to show it.
    As he handed over his documents the passport nearly slipped and their hands touched briefly as they stopped it from falling.
    â€œWell held,” she said.
    As far as he could tell there was no other reaction. Maybe, he thought, the stuff about gloves was nonsense?
    â€œYou are under age?” she said on inspection of his passport.
    â€œI have clearance documents,” he replied.
    She examined his documents.
    â€œKeep these safe,” she said “and you will need them again when you get to pre-clearance. Any luggage?”
    â€œJust my wallet and the clothes I’m standing in.”
    As he spoke she put his documents into a plastic folder designed to be worn around the neck by underage passengers so they could be clearly identified.
    As she put the document around his neck their eyes met. She was startled to see that his were emerald green.
    â€œHave you ever been kissed?” she asked softly.
    â€œNo,” he confessed, “Except by my mother.”
    â€œJust a small one,” she whispered. “My name is Angela.”
    â€œNo tongues,” Oengus said with a nervous smile.
    He’d knew about kissing and tongues from the Internet but had never really understood. But Danu had mentioned no exchange of saliva in the event he might be kissing. Again he’d been too embarrassed to ask, but the warning scared him a little.
    Their lips brushed gently.
    The girl on the next reception desk had been regarding the young boy with interest and her eyes widened as she realized her friend Angela had just kissed a minor in a public place.
    â€œAngela!” she hissed, looking around and delighted that no one else seemed to have noticed. Thankfully there was no backlog as Oengus had arrived early for the next USA flight.
    Angela blushed. “I’m thirty and married with two children,” she said. “I don’t know what came over me...”
    â€œYoung man go to your flight,” Angela’s friend said.
    â€œWhich way will I go?” Oengus asked.
    â€œI’ll call a flight attendant to come and get you. As a minor you will be accompanied