Chapter 25

No. I’m fucking pathetic. Never speak to me again.“I’m fine.”

“Okay,” Ronan said, his expressive features indicated that he didn’t believe Felix in the least. “Would you mind downshifting for me again? We’re here.”

Felix scrambled to help and they soon found themselves gliding into the same parking space they had used a few days earlier. “I’m going to walk around town if you don’t mind. Do you need me?”

“Should be okay. Everythin’s close. If they want any milk, they can get it themselves.”

Felix hurried back across the long stone bridge they’d just driven over and began taking pictures of the road that rambled along the trilling creek that ran under the bridge. The buildings were ancient; their paint jobs brilliant pink, shocking yellow, Mars red; their arrangement uniquely Irish. There were no shortages of thrilling angles and quirky subjects as Felix made his way down the street.