Seanie Flanagan pulled the duvet up around his ears and tried to ignore the niggling ache of his bladder. It kicked in at seven every morning like an alarm clock, which was handy during the week, but since today was Saturday, it was a nuisance. He didn’t need to leave the house for another two hours, when he’d head to his mother’s. Half-nine on Saturdays was shopping. Half-nine on Sundays was Mass. Seanie was thankful that every other morning of...
