“ … Mary couldn’t take her eyes off his hands. It was the way in which Moses, (his name was pinned across his chest) played the silver cutlery between his honey coloured fingers. She found it most unsettling. In the background, a pianist, eyes closed in ecstasy, swayed to some avant-garde piece of music popular at the time; now falling onto ears more accustomed to the wildness of a fiddle and Bodhrán working up a storm at the local ceilidh. … his sleeve brushed against the rising heat of her cheeks … about to murmur her thanks, Mary caught the look of disapproval from off her husband sitting opposite. Suitably chastened, she lowered her head in compliance …” The sequel to Aine - Out of Ireland. Also a stand-alone book