KATE HOFFMANN
The Mighty Quinns: Marcus
TORONTO NEW YORK LONDON AMSTERDAM PARIS SYDNEY HAMBURG STOCKHOLM ATHENS TOKYO MILAN MADRID PRAGUE WARSAW BUDAPEST AUCKLAND
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Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue
Coming Next Month
Prologue
THE LATE AFTERNOON sun slanted through the grimy windows of the old stone stable. The stalls stood empty, their iron bars tangled with cobwebs and their old wooden doors battered and scarred. From the roof rafters, doves cooed softly, fluttering their wings and sending up motes of dust to dance in the sunlight.
Marcus Quinn huddled in the quiet shadows of the haymow, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees. At his feet, a small pile of wood shavings lay scattered in the musty hay. This had become his secret spot, the place he retreated to when his world got too difficult to bear. Today was his eighth birthday and nothing had changed.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out the Swiss Army knife his father had sent him last year for his birthday. The blade was sharp, honed by his grandmothers cook with the old whetstone she kept in the kitchen.
Marcus stared at the line of tiny figurines hed set on a beam against the stable wall, counting them silentlybirds, dogs, horses, fish, even an alligator hed carved from a photo in a book. His very first carving, an owl, had been fashioned from a scrap of sapwood hed found in the rubbish bin. Though it was crude and a bit uneven, Marcus liked the way its wide eyes watched him.
Over the past year his carvings had become much more detailed, aided by the old tools hed found in a box in a dark corner of the stable. Marcus pulled the box from its hiding spot beneath a musty canvas and carefully inventoried the tools, touching each as he counted them. The handles were all worn smooth with age, but the edges were still as sharp as razors and free of rust.
Marcus reached down and ran his fingers over the initials carved into the front of the rough-hewn box. E.H.P. Hed wanted to ask his grandmother who the tools belonged to, but he was afraid shed take them away from him, fearful that hed hurt himself. Everyone treated him like a baby, always hovering over him, always concerned for his feelings. But Marcus was much stronger than they gave him credit for.
The stable door creaked and Marcus quickly shoved the toolbox back beneath the canvas, then shimmied against the wall. Holding his breath, he waited, praying that the shadows would hide him.
Marcus! Jaysus, Marcus, come on. Nana is waiting in the car and shes pissed.
Marcus scowled. He and his two older brothers, Ian and Declan, had lived with their Grandmother Callahan for two years now, but Marcus still couldnt bear to call this place home. It was half a world away from his mother and father and the rest of his siblings, this big fancy house in a strange land where everyone talked in a funny voice and they played cricket and soccer instead of baseball and football.
Ian cursed. Dont be such a baby. Just come on out. Nana said we can go to the cinema for your birthday. And then well have ice cream. She says itll be a grand time.
Cinema? The movies. Thats what it was calledthe movies. Already his brothers had started talking like their mates at school, lacing everything they said with colorful curses and strange slang. Marcus shifted, sinking farther back into the dark. A strand of hay tickled at his nose and he fought against a sneeze, covering his face with his hands. The last of his tears still clung to his cheeks, and Marcus wiped his runny nose with his wrist, willing himself to remain silent.
His grandmother had ordered a wonderful birthday celebration with gifts and a cowboy cake and an afternoon outing in nearby Dublin. Though everyone had worked so hard to lift his spirits, it wasnt enough. After two birthdays away from home, he thought maybe this time hed get to enjoy a celebration with his family, his ma and his da and all six of his older siblings.
He remembered the day hed turned five, waking up in the morning and going downstairs to find the kitchen table covered with presents, all wrapped in the Sunday comics. He couldnt remember what gifts hed received, but he remembered his mother sitting at the end of the table and watching him with tear-filled eyes.
Shed cried a lot that month and Marcus hadnt understood why. And then, one terrible night, his father had gathered them all around the kitchen table to tell them that their mother was very ill. Marcus remembered his confusion over the word: cancer. Hed never heard it before, but it was his fathers somber expression and watery eyes that told him how serious it was.
Marcus wondered if she were crying now. There would be a phone call later that day from Da and Ma, as there had been for his sixth and seventh birthdays, and Marcus felt a sick knot growing in his stomach. It was always difficult to talk to his mother, to ignore the tears in her voice and pretend everything was all right, to lie to her and insist that he was happy living in Ireland.
Everything wasnt all right! His ma was sickso sick, she could no longer care for her three youngest sons. So sick, his father had to go back to fishing with his uncle Seamus to make enough to pay the hospital bills. So sick that he and Ian and Declan had been sent away to Ireland so they wouldnt have to watch their mother die.
A fresh round of tears threatened and Marcus swallowed them back. She couldnt die, she wouldnt, if theyd only let him go home and take care of her. Marcus had always been able to make her laugh. Hed been her sweet baby, her silly clown, her wee boy. If anyone could make her well, he could.
Come on, Marky! Ian shouted. We know youre in here. Nanas gonna take us to see Top Gun. Its supposed to be really neat, with jets and bombs and stuff.
Maybe hes not here, Dec muttered. We didnt search the attics. The little sissy could be hiding there.
Im not a sissy! Marcus shouted. As soon as the words slipped out, he knew hed made a foolish mistake.
See? Ian said. I told you.
Marcus scrambled to the edge of the mow and peered down at his brothers. I dont wanna go to the movies, he said defiantly. You can go without me.
Its your birthday, Ian said. If you dont go, then Nana wont let us go. Grady is waiting to drive us.
Maybe we can talk him into taking us to Aliens, Dec said excitedly. Davey says its really cool. Theres this monster that comes out of this guys chest and its all gooey with big fangs and
Ian gave Dec a shove. Yeah, right. Can you see Grady sittin through that? Hed piss his pants. Ian looked up at Marcus. Whats the problem? Why are you actin like a baby?
Im not a baby. I just wanna go home. Its my birthday and I wanna see Ma and Da.
We cant go home, Ian explained. Not until Da says its okay.
Ian always acted as if he knew everything, Marcus mused. He was only eleven, but he acted like the boss. And Dec wasnt any better even though he was just a couple years older than Marcus. They were always bullying him around. You act like you dont even miss them, Marcus murmured, a hot tear trailing down his cheek.
Ians expression softened. I do. I miss them a lot. I miss Mas cooking and I miss Das singing.
I miss em, too, Dec admitted. I miss the way Ma would read to us before she tucked us into bed. Havent slept right since we came here.
Ian crawled up the ladder to the top of the mow and plopped down next to Marcus. A few seconds later, Dec joined them. They sat on the wide plank floor, their legs dangling over the edge.
Its pretty cool up here, Dec commented.
Nice animals, Ian added, pointing to the menagerie lined up against the wall. Is that what you do up here? Carve those little animals?
Marcus nodded. Though hed always considered this spot his private retreat, it was nice to have his brothers paying attention to him for once. They usually didnt want anything to do with him. I miss her smile, Marcus murmured.
Dec and Ian nodded, and they all sat silently, staring down into the barn. I know a secret, Marcus ventured.
Dec turned to look at him. You do not.
I do, I do, Marcus insisted. I found a treasure map.
Youre full of shite! Ian declared. Where?
Marcus hesitated. Hed hoped to find the treasure himself. Hed been studying the map for months and couldnt figure it out, so hed already resigned himself to asking for help. Between the three of them, they could figure it out.
If we find the treasure, we split it three ways, Marcus said. He spit on his palm and held it out. Swear.
Dec quickly shook his brothers hand. I swear on my mothers He stopped suddenly. I swear, he murmured.
Ian wasnt so quick to join in the deal. Finally he shrugged and added his promise. With that, Marcus scrambled to his feet and crossed the plank floor to the far wall. Ian and Declan followed him and waited as he brushed aside a small pile of hay.
Here, Marcus said, pointing to a cubbyhole in the stone wall. Tucked inside was a yellowed piece of paper, rolled tightly and secured with a leather string. From the string dangled a small gold medallion with an odd inscription embossed into it.
Whats that? Dec asked.
Marcus held up the medallion. Its very old. I think its a charm, like for luck. Or maybe its magic. He unwound the medallion from the paper and showed it to his brothers, then smoothed the map out on the floor so they could all read it.
The two older boys bent down to study the pencil drawing. Dec reached out and touched a mark on the map. X marks the spot, he said, his voice filled with disbelief. Do you think its pirates?
Could be, Ian said.
Maybe theres gold, Marcus said, or jewels. Enough so we could buy plane tickets to go back home.
Ian studied the medallion. Maybe this is a clue, too. Its in some kind of different language.
Maybe its Irish, Dec suggested.
Ian gave him a shove. Jaysus, Dec, you are a smart lad.
We need to keep this a secret, Dec said. We cant tell anyone, not even Nana. Dec wrapped the medallion around the paper and tucked it back into its hiding spot. Well come back later to study it.
They all crawled down from the haymow. Ian slipped his arm around Marcuss shoulders as they walked to the door. Marcus leaned into him, desperate for any reassurance that he still had a family.
Youre a clever lad, Marky, Ian said.
Marcus smiled. If I were to ask Nana real nice, I bet shed take us to see Aliens.
Ian chuckled, and Dec reached out to ruffle Marcuss hair. Now theres an idea, Ian said. Pretty damn smart for a seven-year-old.
Eight, Marcus corrected.
Yeah, right, Ian replied. I guess youre a big guy now. Just like us.
A wide grin broke across Marcuss face. They were brothers and no matter what happened along the way, that would never change. Maybe now that he was eight, they would forget that he was the baby of the family. Im smart enough to know a treasure map when I see one, he said.
That you are, Marky, his brothers said. That you are.
1
DO YOU EVER WONDER whether theyre worth it? Women, I mean.
Marcus Quinn glanced up from the bucket of varnish he was stirring to see a gloomy expression cloud his brother Ians face. I dont know, he replied with a slight shrug.
I guess I cant imagine what it would be like without them, Ian said. Theyre nice to look at and they smell good. And sexwell, sex wouldnt be the same without them. He sank back into the battered couch, staring at his beer bottle as he scraped at the label with his thumbnail. It just seems like it never gets anywhere. I remember the first girl I kissed like it was yesterday. And since then my life has gone straight to hell. You cant do with em and you cant do without em.
A chuckle echoed in the stillness of the boathouse, and they both looked over at Declan, who sat amidst the awls and chisels on Marcuss workbench, his legs dangling. I remember that day. You looked like you were about to lose your lunch all over her shoes.
You werent even there, Ian challenged.
I was, Dec replied. Me and my mates used to watch you guys all the time. We were trying to pick up tips. The older lads were so smooth with the ladies. Except you, of course.
Hell, you get French kissed when youre twelve years old and see if you can handle the shock, Ian snapped back.
Dec jumped down from the workbench and tossed his empty beer bottle in the rubbish, then strolled to the small refrigerator in the corner to fetch another. She was a flah little scrubber all right, he said, thickening the Irish accent that still colored the Quinn brothers voices. By the time Alicia Dooley got around to you, shed already kissed half the boys in your form at school. She even let a boy feel her up for a bag of crisps and a candy bar.
Ians eyes narrowed. You didnt.
Dec twisted the cap from the beer and took a long swig. I was supposed to refuse? She was thirteen. And she had the nicest knobs at St. Clements. Id have been off my nut not to take advantage of a deal like that. Besides, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.
Ian turned to Marcus, sending him an inquiring look, but Marcus shook his head. Dont look at me.
By the time Marky was old enough to have those thoughts, Alicia had got herself knocked up by Jimmy Farley and closed up her little schoolyard enterprise, Dec explained.