A Continent Beckons

“Mammy!” came the call from Eoin’s plump, naïve lips. But his mammy couldn’t hear him above the sound of her hair-dryer. He shouted as loud as he could this time. “Mammy can I go to Joseph’s?!” Crinkling the skin of her orange forehead, she announced in a robotic South African tone, that Eoin could visit his spindly little […]