They came in just as I saw them the day before, the elder with a tight grip on the hand of the younger, whose eyes I never caught sight of. She kept them resolutely on the floor, while the other looked straight at me with her big, blue eyes.
“Well, have you found your tickets?”
“No, sur.”
“What is your name?”
“Bridget, sur.”
“Bridget what?”
“Bridget Mulligan, sur.”
“Where did you live?”
“In Kildormey, sur.”
“Where did you get your tickets?”