"I HEARD YOU WERE SINGING DOWN AT the Garrison," Her dad smiled at her, he seemed genuinely pleased that she'd been singing. "Mhm-hm, I was," She nodded, smiling back at him.
"Tommy wasn't too happy 'bout it though." Her simple smile turned into a small grin now as she said this, remembering the look on Tommy's face when he saw her up at the top of the Garrison. "He's never happy about anything, love." James told her before walking into the kitchen.
"Did Polly say when she wants her teapot back?" Maggie heard her father call out from the kitchen. "She said you can keep it," She replied as she walked into the kitchen, she saw Faye asleep on one of the three chairs that surrounded the small circular kitchen table.
Her father turned around , "Keep the teapot!?" James said, looking astonished at the thought. She'd never seen him like this before, he looked shocked.
"Don't look at me like that, I'm only telling you what she said," Maggie held her hands up defensively and shrugging, "But it's a fine teapot!" Her father pressed on, as if Maggie had hidden secrets about the teapot. "That's what I said!" Maggie told him.
"Did she get a new teapot?" James asked more calmly while raising an eyebrow, "Not that I know of." Maggie shrugged, sitting down in the chair next to Faye who meowed at her before jumping into her lap lightly and purring.
"Ask one of the Shelby's next time you see 'em." Her father suggested while making a cup of tea for him and Maggie.
A few minutes later her father placed the piping hot cup of tea on the table in front of her and the jar sugar cubes, "Thanks, dad," She smiled, before taking the lid off the sugar cubes jar and putting two of the cubes into her tea.
Only half a minute after he picked up the newspaper he'd slammed it back down on the table, both Faye and Maggie jumped at the sudden noise.
"They're killing our boys only because we want our own country and to be treated with respect in our country!" Her father's voice grew louder with every word he spoke, Maggie was used to it by now though.
"Dad, you really need to stop reading the papers if it keeps making you angry like this. You're going to give yourself a heart attack if you continue." Maggie grinned as she took a sip of her tea. "You remind me of Mick with your speeches," Maggie remarked with a smile at her father.
"What, Mick as in Mick Collins?" Her father chuckled slightly, Maggie nodded while taking another sip of the piping hot tea.
"You flatter me," Her father grinned. "Have you heard from Mick lately? I haven't gotten any letters back from him." Maggie asked while trying not to burn her tongue on the tea which was still hot. Maggie remembered the first time she met Mick in 1916, only a few days before the rebellion.
════ ⋆★⋆ ════
APRIL, 1916.
Dublin, Ireland
It was two days before Easter. The twenty-two year old Maggie was walking down Sackville Street with a basket of food.
Her family was not wealthy enough to be considered so, but they weren't poor enough either to be considered poor. Maggie was dressed in respectable clothes and had her hair in a low but neat bun. Her family was lucky enough to not be living in the slums of the city, where there would be an entire family in one room.
YOU ARE READING
𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. ᵗʰᵒᵐᵃˢ ˢʰᵉˡᵇʸ
Fanfiction┏━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━┓ 𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ---- ᵃ ᵖᵉᵃᵏʸ ᵇˡⁱⁿᵈᵉʳˢ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ┗━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━┛ | ≪ °❈° ≫ | ✸ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐘 - The most feared man in Small Heath, yet so irresist...
