WHO: Maura and St. Patrick WHEN: Music 'n' Craic Night at - WHERE: the Tir na nOg Irish Pub WHAT: Reconnecting with one's roots
Maureen felt adrift and isolated. She barely spoke to anyone, besides The Cat, and although she wouldn't admit it (even to The Cat) it was getting to her. Even her work didn't feel the same to her anymore; her reverence and love for it was worn. She needed her people, she needed guidance. She'd heard a while back, from a leprechaun who frequented the same deli she used to, that Saint Patrick played in some of the pubs around the city. She had a special love for the saints, in the foggy memory of the Old Days, but hadn't met them here. It was time, certainly.
Maura lifted her collar against the chill, as she watched a couple exit the pub amid a short burst of music and laughter. She exhaled a mouthful of smoke, and inhaled once more before flicking the butt to the ground and rubbing the heel of her shoe against it. Exhale again, and she opened the door.