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Whittaker had a lot to answer for. He began to wonder just what kind of a trip this was going to be.
    “That’ll be thirteen euros, if you please,” said the driver holding out his hand.
    Kendall opened his wallet and took out a ten euro note, and a twenty. He reluctantly handed them to the driver.
    “Thirteen I said, not thirty,” said the driver, as he handed the twenty euro note back. “Would you be having a five there somewhere?” he asked pointing to the wallet.
    Kendall shook his head. He didn’t know if he had a five, or not. All of the notes looked the same to him. He fanned the notes out in his hand. “Do you see one there?” he asked. “If you do it’s yours.”
    The driver’s hand hovered over the notes for a few seconds, and then suddenly withdrew one of the notes. “There we are,” he announced. “There’s a five euro note.” He started to take out some change.
    “Keep the change,” said Mollie as she got out of the cab. “Come on, Kendall let’s get inside before we get soaked.”
    “Oh yes,” said Kendall, still in shock. “Keep the change, by all means.”
    The driver thanked him, put the taxi into gear and drove away.
    “Well, here we are,” said Kendall, looking at the hotel. There was another loud crash of thunder, and the rainfall grew heavier. “For our sins. Although what we’ve done to deserve this I just don’t know.”
    * * *
    “Does it always rain like this?” Kendall asked as he entered the bar, shaking the rain from his coat.
    A dozen pairs of eyes turned in Kendall’s direction. “Ah now, well, sometimes it does, and sometimes it doesn’t,” came a comment from someone sitting over in the corner. “You never can tell.”
    “Ah now, you won’t want to be taking notice of him,” said a man behind the bar. “It’s usually much worse than this. But there, if only you had come last week. We had nothing but glorious sunshine, morn ‘til night, day after day.” He paused for a moment, waiting for Kendall to remove his coat. “O’Rourke’s the name, Sean O’Rourke proprietor of this here establishment.” He paused once again. “Now then what can I get you?”
    Mollie stepped forward. “We have some rooms booked,” she explained. “In the name of Kendall.”
    “Mr. Kendall, and Miss Adams is it, ‘tis good to be seeing you,” said O’Rourke, extending his hand. “You’ve come for the fishing no doubt. No finer fishing here than anywhere.”
    Kendall shook his head, and wondered how anyone could possibly do any fishing with such rain. “No, not fishing,” he replied. “A few days holiday.”
    “Ah, so it’s a holiday so it is,” O’Rourke replied. “So, how long are you planning on staying with us?”
    A good question, Kendall thought. How long indeed. So far he wasn’t impressed. He heaved a sigh. Hopefully, not that long, just the one night maybe. He looked at Mollie, then looked at O’Rourke. “Difficult to say,” he replied. “A week or two I guess.”
    “Well I hope you enjoy your stay,” O’Rourke replied. “Your rooms are ready. Just leave your bags down there.” He indicated a space over in the corner of the room. “I’ll get young Keiron to take them up later.”
    “Thank you, Mr. O’Rourke,” said Mollie.
    “’Tis my pleasure, Miss,” said O’Rourke. “Now how about a little drink? Something to drive away the cold.”
    Kendall looked at Mollie and nodded. It was the first good suggestion that he had heard that day. “Sounds like a good idea to me,” he said. “I’ll have a whiskey, and a little water, very little. And you Mollie?”
    “I’ll have a martini, please,” she replied.
    “Coming right up,” said O’Rourke, as he started to pour the drinks. “So, Mr. Kendall, how was your journey? No problems I hope.”
    “Oh, it was okay, I guess,” Kendall replied. “At least it was very quick. I mean forty minutes from Stansted to Cork isn’t too bad. I mean it took longer to get from the airport to