Being spat at, sworn at, having used sanitary towels, shit filled nappies, and the contents of piss pots thrown at you doesn't endear you to those who...do it. The filthy language, from children, young girls and women, had to be heard to be believed. What really got up my nose was that the majority of the local population, who were Republican supporters of the IRA, were living on welfare hand-outs paid for by the 'hated British' taxpayer. Talk about biting the hand that feeds you!OK, so maybe I. Ed was right there holding out the platter while she played Zorro with the knife and beef.The more she bitched a fit, the higher the platter filled. When ever she wore out a bitch, Ed brought up another problem with kids and she started shaving and shoveling all over again.The platter was getting hard to hold up when she said, "Pork ... I forgot the pig in the ground."Ed handed the platter to Eleanor and John stuck another in his hands. Eleanor trotted over to the registration tent and plopped. ..”Ryan retreated a ways down the corridor, nursing his wounded shoulder as he watched her slowly raise her arms. It was almost as if she was lifting a heavy weight, visibly straining against an invisible force. The branches on the two existing trees bloomed with pink flowers, and their trunks were coated in a spreading layer of moss, the trapped guard wailing in alarm as he was engulfed by the cherry blossoms. Ryan was worried that the man might be in harm’s way, but there was no time to free. Everything was neat, there were two large boxes filled with toys, a couch, a fireplace, a large flat screen TV with a Playstation."Deb!" he called."In here." He found her in the kitchen. She'd set two places at the kitchen table. Poured two beers."Sit," she said, taking the plastic bags, setting the heaping salad at one place, the turkey sub at the other. When she saw he wasn't moving, she said, "Your fly's still unzipped by the way. Come on. Eat."She sat on his right, digging into the salad.