do that, sir,â Kinky said.
âKitty? Packing of breakables? Youâve a softer touch than Barry or myself.â
âI do have lots of newspaper and tissue paper for padding, so,â Kinky said.
âAye, aye, sir,â Kitty said, and threw a mock naval salute.
âDoctor Laverty, Donal Donnelly when he arrives with the van, and I will be the muscle, humping boxes out to the vehicle. But I think,â he looked at Archie, âI think, Archie, you should go home and be ready to meet us there. Itâs not that long since you had a very bad back and Iâd not want you to put it out again lifting boxes.â
âThatâs considerate, sir. Is that all right with everybody?â
âYou run along, dear,â Kinky said.
âIf youâre sure I canât help, Iâll be off, then. Thereâs still lots to do at the house,â Archie said.
Kinky gave him a kiss and said, âIâll see you soon, back at home, muirnÃn, and make sure the kettleâs on for Iâm certain weâll all need a cup of tea when we get there, bye. Iâll come in the moving van.â
OâReilly smiled to himself. It was the hallmark of all professional moving men that they seemed to run on a fuel of limitless cups of tea provided by the homeowners. âSo,â he said, âlead the way, Mrs. Auchinleck.â
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Kinky indeed took charge in her quarters. âEverythingâs gone from the bedroom and Iâve washed the bed linen and made the bed for Doctor Laverty.â
âThanks, Kinky,â he said.
âBut all my pictures and ornaments have to go, and a couple of pieces of my own furniture likeâ¦â She pointed to a mahogany fire screen, embroidered with a galleon in full sail that sheâd done herself in the late â30s and early â40s. It stood in front of the fire when not lit. âMy books are in boxes already so, Doctors, if youâd not mind waiting for a shmall-little minute, Iâd like to get Kitty started first then Iâll tell you what to do.â
âOf course,â OâReilly said.
âAnd Iâll give you a hand, Kitty,â Kinky said, âbut Iâd like you to start withâ¦â She pointed to two ornate brass candlesticks on the mantel and a glass, water-filled ball with a tiny village inside. â⦠the candlesticks. They were my own maâs and she had them from her ma, and she from her ma before her. I do love them dearly, so.â She handed them to Kitty. âAnd Fidelma, my sister, gave me thisââshe shook the glass ball and it looked as if the little village was in a snowstormââfor my tenth birthday. It still delights me yet.â And she giggled like a little girl.
OâReilly swallowed. Hard. Heâd given one just like it to Deirdre for Christmas 1940, and like Kinky sheâd giggled in simple, unalloyed delight and clapped her hands. He glanced at Kitty and smiled when she said, âIâll be very careful with them, Kinky, I promise.â
âAnd Iâll pack this.â Kinky moved to a model in a whiskey bottle of a fully rigged Cutty Sark that sat on her sideboard. âMy first husband, Paudeen Kincaid, God rest you, Paudeen, and if you can see me nowâ¦â
OâReilly felt the hairs on his forearms rise.
â⦠youâll be happy to know I took your advice and have remarried. And your Cutty Sark is coming with me to my new home.â She lifted it. âIt was two whole years in the crafting and Paudeen gave it to me as an engagement present.â She joined Kitty at the table, where they both bent to wrapping the treasures before putting them in boxes. âGentlemen, could I ask you to take down those paintings first?â
âCome on, Fingal,â Barry said. âWeâll start with this one.â
âThat does be of the home farmhouse in Beál na mBláth,â