Parting Glass

Peggy Donaghue avoided the parking lot of the Whiskey Island Saloon whenever she could, which wasn't easy since she lived directly above it. On days when there was no parking on the street, she reluctantly took the reserved spot closest to the back door and sprinted for the kitchen. She wasn't superstitious. She just didn't believe in tempting fate. Not unless the circumstances were exceptional. The young man standing just behind her cleared his throat. "It's real windy, Ms. D. You don't have to stay out here. Nothing's going to happen, I promise." Peggy pulled her long chestnut hair into a temporary ponytail so it would stop whipping into her eyes. Over one shoulder she could see that Josh, tall, lanky and clearly uncomfortable, wasn't looking at her. That was understandable. Josh had just stolen his very first car. He was praying, just as Peggy was, that the owner wouldn't realize his brandnew Honda Civic was missing. "I trust you, Josh. And I even trust them." Peggy nodded to the group of four adolescent boys who were poring over the car like melted butter on the saloon's Friday night pierogi special. "But I'll just stay here in case they need me." "Nick was locked away in his study. When he gets like that, he doesn't know what's going on. He's not going to know." Josh's tone was less certain than his words. "He's probably got stuff to do before he leaves town." Peggy saw a familiar figure coming up between the rows of cars. The willowy strawberry blonde was unmistakable-- and related. "Uh oh, we've been nailed," she said in her best Jimmy Cagney imitation. "It's the calaboose for us now, Scarface." Josh's pale cheeks grew red. "I gotta go. Winston's gonna make sure it gets done right and stuff. I gotta go home in case Nick notices--" Peggy waved him away. "You go on. I'll face the music alone." Josh looked properly grateful and took off, skirting Peggy's older sister by ducking behind the back row of cars.garbage can skittered across the lot in his wake. Casey Donaghue Kovats came up beside Peggy and stood for a moment watching the group of adolescents tape strings of firecrackers to the back bumper of Niccolo Andreani's car. The silver Civic was parked close to the back door of the saloon so that it would be out of sight from the road. "You're letting those kids tape fireworks to the bumper? You worked in an emergency room. You know how dangerous those things are." "No "Hi, how are you, isn't this a windy day'?" "Peggy, have you lost your mind?" "Fireworksaredangerous. These are firecrackers, and they're only slightly higher-tech than tin cans and old shoes." "Megan's going to have a fit." "I certainly hope so. We've gone to a lot of trouble." Peggy motioned to one youth, a handsome young African-American with meticulously divided cornrows and a roll of duct tape adorning one arm. "Winston, will you please reassure Casey that Nick's car won't blow up?" Winston abandoned his supervisory post to join the two sisters. "Yo, Ms. K. Nothing gonna happen here but a little noise." Casey still didn't look convinced. "I have great faith in your abilities, Winston, really I do, but what if--and I know this is a remote possibility--you're wrong?" "Can't be wrong. We tried it out yesterday." "Yesterday?" Peggy was intrigued. This was new information.the Baptist church." Winston shrugged. "Learned a lot. Like don't put balloons and firecrackers on the same bumper, unless you want a real mess." Peggy tried not to smile. "See? I told you we were in the hands of a master." Winston escaped back to his job as Casey rolled her eyes. "I can't believe Nick had the bad judgment to leave his car at the saloon in the first place," Casey said. "He didn't. Josh delivered it half an hour ago. Nick doesn't know it's gone." "Then how's he getting to the church?" "I thoughtRichards, Emilie is the author of 'Parting Glass ', published 2007 under ISBN 9780778324386 and ISBN 0778324389.