The Four Boys at the Restaurant Sink
“So have we,” they said.
The boldest one stepped forward and put out a hand.
“I’m Cormac. That’s Callan, Connor and Cillian. We’re quadruplets.”
His hand was very small in mine.
My mouth had gone dry.
“Where’s your mother?”
“She works here.
In the dining room.” He said it easily, then less easily: “Right now she’s arguing with the assistant manager.
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