“But this is still Cork, Cap,” Hughie grumbled. “West Cork,” Gibsie corrected, and there was a hint of warning in his voice as he took a defensive stance in front of Claire. “And fuck right off with your pessimistic attitude,” he added, tucking a slab of Heineken under his arm. “At least your sister had the imagination to think this whole trip up. We’d be sitting in Biddies downing pints and warding off clingers if it wasn’t for her.” Turning to Claire, he said, “Don’t you mind him, babe. You did a great job.” With his free hand, he tugged on her ponytail, forcing her to look up at him. “You
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