Lily May McCarthy 0
This is what she was doing when a kind joyful sounding mild warm Irish voice called her name, “Lily-May McCarthy, how are you this fine evening”. No one had called her by that name for many a year and it brought warmth to her heart and a lump to her throat. She had never seen or heard this man before, yet she knew him, she somehow knew he would come one day. He was familiar and he seemed to radiate warmth and confidence. She instinctively knew she could trust this man and tell him anything....