I know now where some of the other money went.
I took Daniel with me. Thomas offered, but I said, “No, sweetheart, you’ll spend the whole trip doing the exchange rate in your head.”
He laughed. He actually laughed. Something’s loosened in Thomas since that day at the bank.
Daniel and I flew into Shannon on a gray morning in May. We rented a little car, and he drove on the wrong side of the road and swore the whole way. We found the church in Kilfenora where Robert’s grandmother was baptized. We found her name in an old parish book that a very kind priest let us look at.
On our last evening, we drove to the Cliffs of Moher.
I stood at the railing with the wind pulling at my coat and the ocean crashing seven hundred feet below. Daniel stood beside me with his hands in his pockets.Study Anatomy
