Chapter 40

“Tell Mrs. O’Connor if she approaches my family—At. All—she’ll deal with me, and believe me, the results won’t be the sort she’d be happy about.”

Mrs. Keogh gave a breathless shriek and slid down to the floor, pressing her hand to her bosom. Her legs sprawled out to reveal her cotton stockings and the frill of a petticoat.

Tom turned and started toward the stairs when the door behind him opened and a shoe went sailing past his head. A glance over his shoulder revealed his former landlady standing there, her bosom heaving, looking somewhat disheveled.

“She’s not going to survive the birth, you stupid man! How many times do I have to tell you? She’s too young and too narrow in the hips!”

Tom shook his head. “That’s no concern of yours. Stay away from my family.”

She shrieked, but he ignored whatever else she had to say and made his way down the stairs and out of the house.