‘Mum says I'm too young for caffeinated drinks,’ I say. ‘Horse pucky,’ says Dad.

The irrepressible landlady gave the freest expression to her feelings.

[…] inside our own hearts, in the midst of all our seesawy emotions, with respect to our bodies, and in how we choose to think about ourselves.

Wherefore it was that by the time the authorities awoke to the fact that something had happened Billy Byrne was fifty miles west of Joliet, bowling along aboard a fast Santa Fe freight.