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Patrick’s Path (Part 3)
By Judith Cullen
On Monday morning, Pat was still dreaming about the storyteller when his father began to gather tools, as he did when he was preparing to perform repairs in someone’s home or shop.
“We need to stop by Reilly’s today. He’s had some trouble with the taps, and he seems to think we can figure out the mess. I don’t want to disrupt the pub anymore than I need to. So I’ll want you along with me so one of us can be below and one above. Nolan can tend to his customers, that way, rather than worry about us. The man hovers anyway, and I can’t abide hovering when I’m solving a problem.”
Pat was excited, wondering whether he’d get a chance to see the Seanchai again. But he steeled himself against letting his expectations get too high. They were there to repair things, not to sit about prattling with the guests. Pat stuffed his work gloves in his coat pocket as he followed his father out the workshop, pausing to turn the hanging “Open” sign to “Out On Repair” as they secured the door.