
Timmy sighs.
Me: You okay?
Timmy: I’m not well, lass. The Great Famine has been rough on my young ‘uns.
Ok…so he’s Irish now.
Timmy sighs.
Me: You okay?
Timmy: I’m not well, lass. The Great Famine has been rough on my young ‘uns.
Ok…so he’s Irish now.