"Who was that you were with?"
"Was one of them that Connor?"
"Dad! Be reasonable, will you? He's in my tutorial. I can't just ignore him."
Eileen pulled herself up into the cab of the lorry and settled into the passenger seat. She pulled the Belfast Telegraph out from under her bottom, took one glance at the headlines and stuffed the paper into the space behind her seat. Say nothing, say nothing.
"Bloody hunger strikers. Bobby bloody Sands. You'...