Brenda O’Malley is home making dinner, as usual, when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door. “Brenda, may I come in?” he asks. “I’ve somethin’ to tell ye.” ….
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“Of course ye can come in, you’re always welcome, Tim. But where’s me husband?” …
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“That’s what I’m here to be tellin’ ye, Brenda. There was an accident down at the Guinness brewery…” … …
“Oh, God no!” cries Brenda. “Please don’t tell me…” …
“I must, Brenda,… Your husband Seamus is dead and gone. I’m sorry.” …
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Finally, she looked up at Tim. “How did it happen, Tim?”
“It was terrible, Brenda,… He fell into a vat o’ Guiness Stout and drowned."
"Oh my dear Jaysus, Maury an’ Joseph!! But ye must tell me true, Tim. Did he at least go quickly?”
“Well, … no Brenda … no.”
“No?”
“Fact is, he got out three times to рее.”
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