An old man in a faded Leinster jersey sat down beside her. He didn’t look at her, just at the daffodil.
Eleanor Doyle had lived in Dublin her whole life, but she never understood the city until she learned to wait. four seasons dublin
The Shelbourne’s lobby was hushed and red-carpeted. She sat in a wingback chair, feeling like a fraud. At 4 p.m. sharp, a woman in her sixties approached, silver-haired and sharp-eyed. An old man in a faded Leinster jersey sat down beside her