Reacquainted In the weeks following the Corbet Adams’ incident, I little thought of Donaghey Cross, or even Corbet Adams for that matter. My mind was turned to thoughts of my professional training. It had always been my family’s intention that once I completed my general university studies that I should follow the path of my father’s fathers. But, the last thing, in my mind, that the world needed, was another solicitor. I did manage to stay in my families’ good graces, marginally, by assuring them of my intentions to pursue a professional career. Though, I doubt my aspirations of a degree in animal studies would hardly reassure them of anything. And, as such, my mind had been absorbed in the different ways I might inform my family of my intentions, with each way as equally distressing as any other. ...