Don’t be

With suspicion in her voice, Livia took the phone from her son and asked tentatively.

“Hello, who is this?”

“You don’t know me but moight have heard of me husband, Ronan Flaherty.”

Ah, yes, now Livia knew exactly who she was. And knew the stories of what an arsehole her husband was and how his wife was a hard-faced bitch.

“Ah yes, and how is Mr Flaherty?” Livia hadn’t heard.

“Dead!” came the reply.

“Oh...!” Livia was quite taken aback by the directness of the woman. “I am sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be. The fecker had it coming!...”