“Our father came to sleep in our house that night. He carried a small suitcase with a black mourning suit and a pair of polished shoes. Corrigan stopped him as he made his way up the stairs. 'Where d'you think you're going?'Our father gripped the bannister. His hands were liverspotted and I could see him trembling in his pause. 'That's… — Colum McCann Copy Share
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“Well, I'd say fuck too, if I were me. I'd say it backward and forward and around the block, fuck this and… — Colum McCann Copy Share Image
“She wanted to tell him so much, on the tarmac, the day he left. The world is run by brutal men and… — Colum McCann Copy Share Image
