Tony Harris 6
Prequel - The Story 6
After lunch we were driving along the Mespil Road on our way to the job when I spotted, Natalie, our receptionist, standing outside the Baggot Inn, drinking a pint. She was with a girl with long dark hair and they looked like they were out on a session. “Look yon,” I said. and pointed at them. “Yon? Fucking yon? Are we on a ship being rowed by slaves?” “It’s a word,” I said. “Here’s another word, Tony, dickhead. Fucking y...