Roger, because he gets everywhere first, was already in The Dumb Horse Pub, staring at his good looks in the mirror behind the bottle display, when I entered and...
"Jack Kennedy, Joe’s second son, had just reached his twenties, and my mother had two or three years on him, but he was soon deeply smitten by her Latin charms."
“Returning was, in many ways, harder than setting out had been. My nerves were wrecked, I couldn’t feel my legs, and the silence had finally caught up to me.”