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him. He’s bitten my head off at least four times already this morning, barking out enough orders to keep everyone hopping till Christmas,” Marie replied, twisting her hands together in her lap.
“Do na let him get ta ye, lass. There be still a wee bit o’ good left in him, yet. We just ha’ ta dig deep ta find it, tis all,” Liam said, sitting down in the chair next to her desk.
“I’m beginning to doubt that very much. Oh, Liam, remember how happy and excited he was at college? It was wonderful to see him enjoying all the amazing things that make life worth living. When Caroline dumped him and he practically changed overnight. She broke his heart and killed his soul, she did. I had hoped he would eventually get over that woman’s cruelty, but he never has.
“Now, he grows colder and colder every day until he’s become as bad as Caroline ever was. After he made me cry the other day and the way he treated me just now, I’ve lost what little hope I still had for him. I finally understand why people call him ‘The Heartless Lion.’ He’s earned it. That’s what broke my heart, Liam. It felt like I was losing my own son, I’m afraid.” Marie was nearly in tears.
“I’m sorry about tha’, lass,” Liam said, reaching across the desk to pat her hand. “But, I still believe there is some good left in him. I canna gi’ up hopin’ an’ tryin’ an’ I won’t gi’ up until I’m in me grave. I owe tha’ ta his Da, at least. He’s like me own son, too.”
“Well, for your sake, I hope you do find the good in him,” Marie sniffed.
“Aye, lass, me too. If tha good Lord be willin’, we’ll find tha Patrick we both loved again someday.”
“Liam, do you think sending him to Indiana was such a good idea?” Marie asked.
“I do na know. Tis only tha’ New York can be such a violent city, especially when ye live in an angry world like Patrick does. It seems ta seek him out. I thought tha’, if I could send him away from all this fer a while, ta a place where folks aren’t sa cruel an’ cold all the time, where they pass ye on the street an’ say ‘Hello’ an’ ‘Good Morning’, then maybe he could find himself again. I thought if I put tha lad back ta doin’ tha job he once loved, then perhaps he’d learn ta care about somethin’ again, anythin’. Tha’ be why I sent him ta Indiana. It be a quiet town, but they need a good department store an’ they need tha jobs there. It will be tha biggest store yet. I’m e’en makin’ him put in a central warehouse/distribution center; sort o’ like we did in Texas.
“That’ll take a year, maybe two, just to get it on its feet. Even with a double sized crew!” Marie gasped.
“Aye, me darlin’, I know,” Liam said, with a wicked smile.
“You mean I won’t have to put up with the foul tempered grouch for two whole years?” Marie asked, the smile returning to her face.
“Only on rare occasions, lass,” Liam chuckled.
“Well, yippee! Forget the Christmas bonus, Santa’s coming early this year!” Marie cheered joyfully. Her smile faded. “What if it doesn’t work, Liam? What if he doesn’t change and comes back just as bad, or worse, than when he left?”
“Let’s just hope it does work, lass…hope an’ pray.”
***
Brittany lay stretched out on her sofa listening to the radio, as she did every evening. The soft, romantic music helped her relax after a long day in her “office.” After one of many commercial breaks, the DJ’s familiar voice came through the speakers, soothing as always.
“You’re listening to ‘Late Night Love Songs,’ bringing a little love into your life. If you tuned in last night, you’ll remember the man who called in to dedicate two songs to his special lady. Ever since I read his accompanying message on the air, our phones have been ringing off the wall asking me to replay that dedication.
“Well, folks, I have a surprise for you. The mysterious, romantic man from last night has
“Do na let him get ta ye, lass. There be still a wee bit o’ good left in him, yet. We just ha’ ta dig deep ta find it, tis all,” Liam said, sitting down in the chair next to her desk.
“I’m beginning to doubt that very much. Oh, Liam, remember how happy and excited he was at college? It was wonderful to see him enjoying all the amazing things that make life worth living. When Caroline dumped him and he practically changed overnight. She broke his heart and killed his soul, she did. I had hoped he would eventually get over that woman’s cruelty, but he never has.
“Now, he grows colder and colder every day until he’s become as bad as Caroline ever was. After he made me cry the other day and the way he treated me just now, I’ve lost what little hope I still had for him. I finally understand why people call him ‘The Heartless Lion.’ He’s earned it. That’s what broke my heart, Liam. It felt like I was losing my own son, I’m afraid.” Marie was nearly in tears.
“I’m sorry about tha’, lass,” Liam said, reaching across the desk to pat her hand. “But, I still believe there is some good left in him. I canna gi’ up hopin’ an’ tryin’ an’ I won’t gi’ up until I’m in me grave. I owe tha’ ta his Da, at least. He’s like me own son, too.”
“Well, for your sake, I hope you do find the good in him,” Marie sniffed.
“Aye, lass, me too. If tha good Lord be willin’, we’ll find tha Patrick we both loved again someday.”
“Liam, do you think sending him to Indiana was such a good idea?” Marie asked.
“I do na know. Tis only tha’ New York can be such a violent city, especially when ye live in an angry world like Patrick does. It seems ta seek him out. I thought tha’, if I could send him away from all this fer a while, ta a place where folks aren’t sa cruel an’ cold all the time, where they pass ye on the street an’ say ‘Hello’ an’ ‘Good Morning’, then maybe he could find himself again. I thought if I put tha lad back ta doin’ tha job he once loved, then perhaps he’d learn ta care about somethin’ again, anythin’. Tha’ be why I sent him ta Indiana. It be a quiet town, but they need a good department store an’ they need tha jobs there. It will be tha biggest store yet. I’m e’en makin’ him put in a central warehouse/distribution center; sort o’ like we did in Texas.
“That’ll take a year, maybe two, just to get it on its feet. Even with a double sized crew!” Marie gasped.
“Aye, me darlin’, I know,” Liam said, with a wicked smile.
“You mean I won’t have to put up with the foul tempered grouch for two whole years?” Marie asked, the smile returning to her face.
“Only on rare occasions, lass,” Liam chuckled.
“Well, yippee! Forget the Christmas bonus, Santa’s coming early this year!” Marie cheered joyfully. Her smile faded. “What if it doesn’t work, Liam? What if he doesn’t change and comes back just as bad, or worse, than when he left?”
“Let’s just hope it does work, lass…hope an’ pray.”
***
Brittany lay stretched out on her sofa listening to the radio, as she did every evening. The soft, romantic music helped her relax after a long day in her “office.” After one of many commercial breaks, the DJ’s familiar voice came through the speakers, soothing as always.
“You’re listening to ‘Late Night Love Songs,’ bringing a little love into your life. If you tuned in last night, you’ll remember the man who called in to dedicate two songs to his special lady. Ever since I read his accompanying message on the air, our phones have been ringing off the wall asking me to replay that dedication.
“Well, folks, I have a surprise for you. The mysterious, romantic man from last night has
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