"So you think I should say something tomorrow? In front of everyone?" Jamie asked Fin Finnegan, her dead dad's closest friend. He gave her a smile that showed off his winkles. He was handsome for an older man. Finn was tall, well built, had broad shoulders, thick black hair and deep brown eyes. He was a hell of a dancer too but couldn't hold a job for very long.
"Yes. What choice do you have? It's not like you're afraid to speak in front of them." Jamie shook her head. He was right. She had to make a stand.
"Make them understand. Look, lassie. You just told me this story here about this feud. It took you nearly two hors too! Obviously you feel strongly about it. So show them that they can be allies and twice as strong. Show them the glory in that. Its what your father would have done." Jamie nodded again. He was right. She scanned the room and noticed that only she, Finn, the barkeep, and local drunk were left.
"I hate to ask you this but, seeing as it's almost two in the morning. Would you mind if I sleep at you apartment tonight?" Jamie asked feebly. She was so drained. And she couldn't sleep at either lodging house. Finn's eyes brightened.
"Of course Lassie. Come along. Let's get you some sleep." Finn threw his arm around her shoulder and led her to his Bowery tenement. She flopped on his couch the second they arrived and passed out cold, Finn smiled and covered her with an old, moth eaten, blanket. She didn't wake up until eleven-thirty the next morning.