St Peter and St Paul’s Church in Dymschurch as seen from the South.
“The lads play well together, Eileen.”
“Yes they do, Sean. I appreciate you taking us in while we’re in Dymchurch.”
“After all, what are family for?”
The two old friends sat in the Billingham living room by the fire as their two sons Timothy and Roger played with their collection of Pokemon cards at the kitchen table.
“You sure Suzanne doesn’t mind?”
“She’s not jealous if that’s what you’re thinking.” Sean picked up his glass of Port, sipped and then grimaced. “Got to speak to the Missus. This last bottle she brought home tastes like vinegar.”
“You do understand what I’m asking, Sean.”
“Aye. Richard must never find out though or it’ll mean both our lives.”
“He won’t find out if you hold up your end. I got a generous settlement from him and he doesn’t have to know about the rest. You’ll be well compensated as will your kin when the time comes.”
“You know it’s not the money, Eileen…”
“The families pay their way, we always have. I don’t expect you to take such risks, especially with your family at stake, all for love and loyalty.”
“I promise I’ll do my part. I see no trouble bringing Roger into the family business when the time comes.”
“Same with Timothy, Sean. Still, we have to be careful with the young ones. You don’t take the Hawkhurst oath without devoting your total allegiance to Mzimu.”
“Aye. T’would be death otherwise. When you leaving for Chicago then?”
“And you believed him.”
“Of course I believed him, Geoffrey. Yes, he could have been lying but I couldn’t take the chance.”
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