Funny Irish

With green eyes and an easy smile, Frank McCabe stole me away from the nightmares that awaited me at home. But the son of the Irish Mob would never be mine. I belonged to the Italians. And the moment my mother sold me to the head of the Italian Mafia, I became the one the people of Boston were warned about. The only person more feared than me in our city is the Irish Ghost. When I finally flee my marital prison with my sons and my sister in tow, I unwittingly run straight into the ghost of the Irishman who died in a fiery explosion years ago.

“What class of bobarún are you at all not to recognise the queen of Irish literature? It’s Peig Sayers that I am and 'tis ashamed you should be not to know it." That is how little Caoimhe introduces herself to the trick or treating group.The bigger girls are not too impressed by the seanchai (storyteller) costume but it turns out that Peig Sayers has quite a way with words and the trick-or-treating does not go quite as expected.