"Would you like a whiskey, Jamesie?" she asked.
"Now you're talking, Kate. But you should know by now that 'wilya' is a very bad word."
"Why bad?"
"Look at yer man," he pointed to where Ruttledge had already taken glasses and a bottle of Powers from the cupboard and was running water into a brown jug.
"I'm slow."
"You're not one bit slow, Kate. You just weren't brought up here. You nearly have to be born into a place to know what's going on and what to do."
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