Journalist
Between 2 x7 and 2 x 8
Tom studied the articles Mam had sent him, becoming more and more excited about the idea of turning into a journalist in Dublin. Things were really heating up over there with the new Republic, and Tom could report it all.
"Hello, Tom," Sybil said. "What are you reading? More news about the Irish Republic?" Her face leaned over his shoulder as he sat in one of the motors, and he felt warm all over.
"Not exactly," he stared into her blue eyes. "Mam suggested I apply for job at one of the Dublin papers, and I think I would like to do that."
Sybil's eyes sparkled in a wonderful way. "Tom, that's a great idea! You're so well read; you'd be a great writer. And you could do your part for the republic."
Tom pulled her head toward his, having to kiss her. He'd begun to accept the fact that she still intended to marry him even though she'd decided not to elope, but her excitement about his new career path was more than he'd expected.
"I'm looking forward to moving to Ireland," Sybil said as they withdrew. "It will be great for both of us."