It was a humdrum Saturday morning. On the low wall between the shops sat Sean, the too-big leather jacket making him look smaller than he really was. Slightly odd. Odder still because the two friends either side of him were both rake-thin boys with small, pinched faces. Not friends really, but they always seemed to hang around with him, sitting there, saying nothing.
No words had yet been spoken. Sean had been there on his own and the two of them drifted in, hands in pockets, coming to a standstill either side of him, eventually both sitting down on the wall.
It was a warm day. No need for a jacket really. Pete and Paul were just in t-shirts and jeans.
Fly away Peter, fly away Paul, thought Sean, but he didn’t say it. He just stared ahead. They were comforting.
And that’s when it started.
The Mahoney brothers arrived.