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weeks.  They had tickets to prove it, but Thomas
knew otherwise.  Thomas couldn’t believe the size of the book the custom’s man
carried.
    “What’s in the book,
Sir?” asked Thomas, coming out of himself with this remark.
    “Nothing to concern
you, Son,” said the officer.
    Thomas’ curiosity
overcame the seething inside him at the use of the word ‘son’ by yet another
stranger in reference to him.
    “But what are all the
names, Sir?”
    Impressed by Thomas’
persistence and his manners, the customs man explained that it was a list of
current felons to be kept out of the country.
    “What’s a felon, Sir?”
    “I’m busy, young man. 
Next-”
    The two other
passengers came forward and presented their documents and Thomas followed his
grandfather, mother and sister out on deck.  Thomas went first.  He took
Patsy’s hand and made his way ahead of the adults down the gangway.
    “Don’t let go of your
sister now, Thomas.”
    His mother and
grandfather carried the two bags that contained their past and prepared their
future.  A scruffy looking man smoking a pipe waited at the bottom of the
gangway.  He tousled Thomas’ hair and paused when Thomas growled, but then his
hand quickly went to greet Thomas’ grandfather.
    “Not a day older, Danny
boy.  This’ll be Mary?  My sincerest condolences.  He-”
    “He was a good man. 
None of your politics with me, Sean O’Hare. We’re here to forget the past and
move on.  Where’s your car?”  Thomas’ mother asked.
    “Can’t bring it to the
dockside.  I’m parked outside the port area.  My son’s waiting in the car,”
replied O’Hare.
    “We’d best be gettin’
started.  They tell me Maine’s a long drive,” said Mary.
    “That it is, Lassie. 
That it is, but it’s almost as pretty as the old country,” added O’Hare.
    They walked out of the
area, passing by the docks and under the enormous loading cranes.  Thomas
pulled a cart which O’Hare had provided.   They arrived at a Ford station wagon
and Thomas slid into the worn but comfortable back-facing bench.  Same as
Liverpool, he thought as he looked at the massive machinery of the port.
    Thomas’ grandpa sat in
front with Sean O’Hare.  As Thomas had guessed, he was an old friend of Thomas’
father and a man of the movement.  The men got right into a discussion but they
avoided any talk of politics in deference to Mary’s wishes.  O’Hare owed Thomas’
granddad a debt and was living up to his word that day.  Unknown to Mary, one
time long ago, Gramps had saved O’Hare’s life by hiding O’Hare in the boot of
his car after a skirmish with the ‘Brits’ in County Omagh.
    “We’re off to a place
called Stonington, Maine.  I found a used lobster boat for you there.  You’ll
have to talk to the children before we get there.”   He lit a cigarette.
    “Do you have to use
those vile things in the vehicle?” asked Mary, leaning over from the back seat
into the front seat.
    O’Hare cracked open the
small triangular, draft window near his dashboard and allowed most of the smoke
to escape.
    “That better, Dear?”
    “Don't Dear me, but ‘ aye’ . 
Now.  What do we have to talk to the children about?” asked Mary.
    Her father piped in:
“You didn’t think we could use our own names to live here, did you, Darlin’?”
    “It never occurred to
me.  So much new here,” she replied.
    O’Hare passed some
passports and plasticized documents to Dan, his eyes carefully avoiding Mary’s
disapproval.
    “Father, there’s the
smell of your politics here.  How’d you get those, O’Hare?” Mary asked
shrewdly.
    “An old debt, Mary. 
Your da and I go back a long way and that’s all I’m saying.  Like it or not.”
    Before Mary could speak
further, her father turned to her and his eyes told her not to interfere.  The
Irish way.  Best not to talk of it , she thought.  Mary sat back and looked
at the backs of the heads of her children in the third