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Show 45 "Who's going?" Kathleen asked. "I am going, and you are going." "Me? Why do I have to go?" "Because I want you to keep the plumbers from running away while I give the butcher a piece of my mind." Kathleen sputtered, "Mom, how am I supposed to...?" "You'll do as I say!" Maggie Rose snapped. "Now get my hat!" When Kathleen came running with her mother's black summer straw, Maggie Rose jammed it squarely on her head and jabbed the hat pin with such force that Karl thought she'd puncture her scalp. "Just wait till I get my hands on that Heilmann," she stormed. "It wasn't Heilmann's fault," Karl protested. "It was his cellar, was it not? And we're always paying our bill on time, that's the devil of it." Chin jutting like the prow of a ship, Maggie Rose sailed through the back door in a fury of maternal outrage, dragging Kathleen with her. Karl's pain had eased enough that he could smile at the spectacle of his mother's full-blown Irish temper, and sympathize over the fate that awaited poor Adolph Heilmann, the butcher. He stayed seated at the kitchen table, deciding it was wiser not to move anywhere else unless he had to. A small, worn book lay on the tabletop. "How To Talk Correctly," it was titled. Twenty-two years earlier, Maggie Rose had received it from her sister Mae, when both of them were on the boat bound for America, both concerned that their Irish brogues would keep them from finding jobs as maids in the new country. The book had taught her to |