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wanted to go bed and sleep and shut out the sound of gunfire and
shouting and the sight of men slumped on pavements.
"Hey there, Kevin!"
He halted. It was Brian Rafferty's voice.
Brian caught up with him. "Boys , theys're getting a run for their
money tonight all right!" He was grinning.
Kevin walked on, Brian fell in to step beside him.
"Where've you been all day?"
"Bangor."
"You missed it all here. Doyle's pub got burnt down by the o
Prods. The cheek of them! They're going to pay for this. They'd
burn us out to the last man if we let them."
"We do a bit of burning ourselves," said Kevin wearily.
Brian seized him by the shoulder and spun him round so that they
stood face to face. "I don't like the sound of that talk."
"What good does bru burning things do? I'm sick of fires."
"So you take yoursel f off to Bangor for the day?"
"Why not? It's no crime."
"Could be. Depends on who you were with."
"What do you want to say?" Kevin shoved Brian's hand off his
shoulder.
"I met your Uncle Albert on the way home. He was telling me you
were with a blonde bird by the name of Sadie."
"So what?"
"I remember a girl called Sadie. Few years back."
