And all the joints between the bones are sore, the muscles between the legs too. The business man had forged ahead over the mountains yesterday, and was far ahead by the time darkness had fallen and the two brothers were back beside the lower lake again. The day was over when they returned to the house and had to go home. It was a long drive over the hilly foggy bogs.
And today is the last day in Ireland. It is time to visit an old schoolfriend, she has gone into local politics and is working there now. It is strange and rather nice to meet somebody after fifty years, that is half a century.
Talk in a public house in Rathfarnham for an hour, then the meeting with the councilwoman is over.
Walk back home, balance the four kilometres distance of the outward journey.
And at home, meet the brother just back from his work. He is tired too, after setting two mousetraps in the kitchen cupboard he goes to bed to sleep. Sleep on a chair before the fire, hear the sound of the mousetraps. Go to the cupboard, there are two mice, one in each trap. Remove the small grey bodies and leave them on an old wrapper, put new bait into the traps and replace them.
Later that evening, the brothers flat cleaned and tidied, the bags packed and before the night's sleep the traps have clicked ten times.
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