busy with people getting off the boat, is it? It's all one-way.' Bee reached up to take the glass of whiskey Paddy was holding out to her. 'I'll be back,' she said, but in her mind she was asking herself when. Captain Bob had secured a job as a captain, meeting the cargo ships and piloting them down the Mersey into the port of Liverpool, from where they had waited, out on the bar. He had already travelled to Liverpool and found them a house close to the docks. 'It has a kitchen,' he'd said to Bee. 'The range is still there, but it was damaged in the war, and there's a new gas cooker fitted next to it.' Bee's mouth had dropped. 'A gas cooker? I have no idea how to use one of those. I'll be sticking to the fire.' Bob had just smiled at her indulgently. He understood why the traffic from Dublin was one-way. Bee would soon discover how quickly women who left the west coast of Ireland adapted from the life their ancestors had lived for hundreds of years to all the mod cons England and America had to offer. 'Mammy!' Ciaran shouted from the door. Bob and Bee swivelled round in their chairs as Ciaran came in, followed by Michael, who was carrying Finnbar in his arms and had Mary Kate at his side, holding his hand. 'God love you, come here,' said Bee to Mary Kate, who ran over to her and allowed her to pull her up onto her knee. 'I've been waiting for you.' Captain Bob and Michael exchanged