The Eleventh Commandment

‘Yes, I thought you’d enjoy that touch,’ said Connor. ‘It was after I saw the picture of you in the Washington Post, standing b

y the grave opposite the President, and then read the glowing tributes to your late husband that I thought, Declan, my boy, this could be your last chance to marry that young Margaret Burke from the East Side.’ He smiled. ‘So how about it, Maggie?’ he said. ‘Will you marry me?’

‘Connor Fitzgerald, you’ve got a lot of explaining to do,’ said Maggie.

‘I have indeed, Mrs O’Casey. And the rest of our lives to do it.’

THE ELEVENTH COMMANDMENT