Brendan’s mother is resentful as hell at the Murphys, but not so resentful she don’t let them lay out the spread. What’s she going to do? She don’t have any money, and it’s the least the Murphys could do, after her son took a bullet for theirs. So there’s a spread laid out, open bar, of course, and people stand around trying to think of good things to say about Brendan until the liquor kicks in, and the food, and it winds down into just another party. Then Liam walks in. With Pam. Classic in-your-face, fuck-the-world, I-do-what-I-want Liam Murphy.
