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law and partner in several business ventures. Price's daughter met this fellow at one or another of Price's business affairs. "Johnson. Maeve Price is marrying a Johnson." as Marcus made indelicate hand gestures playing on that name. "Stop that. That's old. Grow up. Anyway... gath.. Stop that, you'll go blind. Although that actually is the rumor, that he's, well, mmm, endowed in a certain way, a certain big way. They call him Big as a nick name. Now stop that! People are watching you! Marcus! Anyway, gathering mom's green relatives with dad's Orange relatives plus the groom's Orangemen from both sides of his family - that - you may not get it - but it's real - it posed a problem." Macaluso was crossing his eyes, and shaking his head as this sounded so medieval, but Shannon went on ignoring, "John got Gaffy to go. To do recitations. To be a peacemaker. He got the Gaffy McGuiness, Gavin F.E. McGuiness, to do only - uh - well - less piss down your throat stuff. Imagine, Gavin McGuiness making peaceful gestures. That alone is amazing! That's what made the papers. Truth is, though, and don't repeat this, John said that Gaffy is absolutely certain that Price is a jackal. There's no way Gavin can accept an Orangeman. Not after, well, that's a whole other deal." "Gavin, now, is it? We are on first name terms with a serial killer, are we? Hmmm?" She punched him and he laughed, then admitted his own curiosity about the tale, "Gavin McGuiness sucking up to, what do you call them, loyalists? Royalists? Recoilless-rifleists? Moyel-less-ists?" And after he played that theme dry, "Hmm. God. I'll bet that was hard for him! I hear he's a hell fire. Pisses steam! I love his stuff, what little there is translated." There was a long silence. Both of them were wandering in their own extrapolations. "Mmm." Shannon broke the silence with what sounded like a reverie, then abruptly perked up, "Oh, so, anyway, a week later Dorothy Bela calls ME.. she calls ME! .. after