entire pointless life.â
âAs far as he knew.â
âYes, as far as he knew.â
âYouâre angry because you only stole one hundred dollars? Thatâs a great deal of money!â
âArenât we Miss Morality all of a sudden? Youâre welcome to send back the fish, you know, if youâre troubled by this terrible stealing.â
Kitty grins and takes another bite. âFair enough.â
Archie removes his napkin from his lap and tosses it on the table. Leaning back in his chair, he removes the pipe from his jacket and lights it. âSo, now that weâve dined, tell me about Seamus. Why is he so important?â
Kitty glances at Archie; heâs got that look againâthat weighing, measuring look. She puts down her fork. âI donât expect youâll believe it.â
âTry me.â
Rather than answer, she looks around the courtyard. A few tables over, two young parents struggle to get a few bites of hot dog into their rambunctious, ketchup-smeared children. Next to them, an older man sits alone, coughing violently into his handkerchiefânearby diners give the old man the stink eye, but he ignores them and keeps on coughing. Immediately to Kittyâs right, a pair of young lovers make eyes at each other over their beers, while to her left, an elderly couple consumes bratwurst in stony silence. Not a soul on Feltmanâs three acres has the slightest interest in Kittyâs problems. Except Archie.
All right , she thinks. Nothing to lose. âI arrived in New York three days ago, on a steamer from Cape Town.â
âSouth Africa? Thatâs exotic. Why ever were you there?â
âMy mother and I sailed there to see my brother. He served in the conflict with the Boers andââ
âOh, heâs joining the Boer War show, of course! Thatâs what brought you here. I might have guessed.â
Kitty frowns. âI donât understand.â
âOut at New Brighton Beach! There are a thousand veterans involved. They reenact the war every afternoonâten cents a person, not a bad seat in the house. Thrill to the exploits of General Cronjé, Buffalo Bill of the Transvaal! Yes?â Kittyâs appalled expression tells Archie heâs turned down a blind conversational alley. âBoer War showâ¦very popularâ¦no?â
âIâm afraid not,â she says coolly. âI must confess, I find the notion of a Boer War show to be in poor taste.â
âWelcome to New York, kid. All right, carry on with your yarn.â
She takes a deep breath and another bite of trout to collect herself. âHis service had ended, and we went to fetch him. Nate was determined we move to America, you see. Father died years ago, so it was just the three of us. I wanted to start university, but the fees were atrocious. Nate didnât get the placement he wanted at an architecture firm, and⦠Anyway, itâs not important. The point is, things all started to fall apart. As they do.â
Archie sings, â Ol-i-gar-chy ainât what she used to be, ainât what she used to be⦠â
Kitty grimaces. âIn any case, Nate resolved we should make a go of it in America. What a lovely new life we would start, the streets paved with gold and so forth. But you seeâ¦â She pauses to peel off the troutâs cheek with her forkâthe most flavorful part of the fish, Kitty had been saving the cheek for last, for when she really needed it. âThere are these Boer menâbitter-enders, theyâre calledâwho wouldnât accept that theyâd lost the war. They disappeared into theâ¦I donât know, the veldt , I suppose. Periodically, theyâd blow something up or shoot someone. Andâ¦a few days before my mother and I arrived, the bitter-enders staged an attack.â
âUh-oh.â
âWe arrived from England only to learn that Nate⦠They attacked in