"Fitzgerald's," Angie read over the door. "Doesn't look much like an inn, Rol."

"Let's check it out," he shrugged, hoping the man hadn't steered him wrong.

The little bell over the door jingled announcing their presence. Angie frowned seeing the bar then turned her
attention to the young man who came from a back room.

"Help you?" he asked in a distinct Irish accent.

"Do you have a room available?" Rollie asked.

"Yeah," the boy answered and went behind a counter where he pulled out a guest book which Rollie signed.

"I'll get the bags from the car sweetie."

"Get you somethin'?" the boy asked Angie as he went behind the bar.

"Are you old enough to be serving drinks?" she asked skeptically.

"No, he is not. Get yourself upstairs and do that homework."

"Yes, mum."

"Now, what can I get ya?" the woman asked taking her son's place.

"Just water please."

"American I see, long way from home. Here on holiday?" she inquired pouring the water.

"My husband and I are working in Dublin for a few months," the blond replied taking a long drink of the cold
water.

"What is it you do, if I might ask?"

"Special effects for movies."

They both looked over as Rollie entered with the luggage.

"Your husband?" she asked and received a nod as Angie stood.

"I'll show you to your room," she smiled grabbing the proper key and leading them up the steps. "We lock up at
midnight so if you're not in by then you'll have to knock on the curate's door," she chuckled.

"Curate? Is that like a curator?" Rollie asked.

"You're Austral ----"

"OONAGH!!"

"Excuse me, my husband bellows," she sighed and placed their key on the dresser before hurrying out.

Angie went to the window and looked out a the flat land behind the inn.

"Rolling hills of Ireland huh?" she turned to Rollie with a smirk.

"Let's take a walk." He smiled back.

They walked hand-in-hand on the cobble stone streets taking in the sights.

Rollie stopped and she turned to him quizzically.

"Happy Anniversary Sweetie," he smiled and handed her a box he'd pulled from his pocket.

She opened it and gasped.

"Rol. . . it's beautiful."

"Doesn't come close to you," he replied and fastened the tiny pink heart necklace around her neck. "Perfect," he
nodded looking at her.

Angie pulled his face down to hers and kissed him deeply. "You'll get your present tonight," she growled throatily.

"Wai. . . ai . . . ting is the hardest part," he sang.

"Oh? I thought that was a different part of your anatomy," she replied wickedly.

They looked up when someone cleared their throat.

"Officer," Rollie nodded a bit embarrassed.

"Garde. And you two should take it indoors," she replied sternly.

"It's . . . um,our first anniversary," Angie explained.

"Congratulations. Take it inside," the woman replied, straightened her cap, and walked away.

"And I thought Mira was tough."

"Frankie's not bad once you get past the serious side. Congratulations by the way."

They turned at the voice so much like Rollie's and the Aussie gaped.

"Vinnie?!?"

The man's smiled turned to a puzzled frown as he searched Rollie's face.

" 'R & V Outback Adventure Tour's!' " Rollie grinned.

"Oh . . . my . . .Rollie?!?"

They laughed and hugged, leaving Angie rather bewildered.

"How long has it been?" Rollie asked.

"Too long! What are you doing here of all places?"

Angie cleared her throat and looked at Rollie.

"Oh, Ange, sorry. This is my cousin, Vinnie. Vinnie, my gorgeous wife Angie."

"Nice to meet you," she said shaking the taller man's hand, " . . . though you don't look at all like Joe Pesci," she
cracked.

Vinnie looked at her perplexed.

" 'My Cousin Vinnie' was a movie with ----" Rollie began.

"Joe Pesci, got ya. So, what are you doing in Ballykea?"

"Angie and I are FX artists, we're working in Dublin and finally got a weekend off so we decided to come here, by
recommendation."

"Well, if you're here that means you're at Fitzgerald's. Let me buy you a drink."

"Sounds good," Rollie grinned at his kin.

"Back so soon?" Oonagh asked as they entered.

"Two glasses of champagne and a coffee, Oonagh," Vinnie requested as they sat down.

"You're the boss," she nodded.

"No drinkin' on the job, eh Father?" Liam asked with a chuckle as he and Donal sat at the bar.

"Something like that."

"Father?" Rollie looked at him.

"Father Sheahan," he nodded.

"Never would have guessed that. They must be proud."

"I didn't do it for them."

"No more than I did stunt work then moved to FX for my dad," Rollie nodded at him in understanding.

"How is Uncle Dingo?"

"Good . . . least he was on our wedding day, it's the last time we saw him," Rollie shrugged.

"Always did a have more than a bit of walkabout in him."

"Two champagnes and one black coffee. Celebratin' somethin'?"

"Their first anniversary," Vinnie toasted.

"Congratulations . . . oh, Paul says he'll have that pipe fixed by 6:00."

"Thanks," Vinnie smiled at her.

Rollie looked at him for an explanation.

"Her husband is my landlord . . . and I'm theirs, I own this place. Long story . . . kind of wonky too."

"Then I won't ask."

"Thank you," Vinnie grinned and sipped his coffee. "It's good to see you Rollie," he added.

"You too," Rollie smiled back.

There was a light tap on the window and they looked over to see an older woman point to her watch. Vinnie nodded
and she went on her way.

"That's Kathleen, four o'clock confessional," he explained and stood. "Come by my place later and we'll have
dinner and catch up. I have an outback full of stories about this guy." Vinnie winked at Angie, who grinned.
"Oonagh, take care of these two, they're family," he called as he left.

"I like him," Angie smiled and raised her glass to Rollie's.

"He was my mate growing up," Rollie replied touching it with his own. "Didn't realize how much I missed him 'til
now."

"What do you say to continuing that walk to work up an appetite?"

"I hope his cooking skills have improved," Rollie said holding his stomach, which made her laugh.

They exited the inn under the watchful eyes of the other patrons.

"So, they're related to Father Sheahan. Wonder which one?" Donal said aloud.

"Which one? Did she have an accent?!?" Liam gritted.

"No, but it don't mean she's not related. I have American kinfolk ya know!"

"Don't know why I bother! Come on, we have work to do!" Liam replied tossing some money on the counter.

"Bye, Oonagh," Donal said as they left.

She nodded picking up the glasses from the table then walked over to the register and looked at it. " 'Mr. & Mrs.
R. Tyler . . . New York, N.Y. . . welcome to Ballykissangel, Mr. & Mrs. R. Tyler," she said with a smile.
 

Dermot Dooley
Oonagh Dooley
Paul Dooley
Liam Coghlan
Donal O' Docherty
Garde Frankie Sullivan
& Father Vincent Sheahan
are all characters in the long-running BBC series 'Ballykissangel', which was the basis for 'Hope Island', a single-season series on PAX television, which I'm sure you all know starred Cameron. [:-)]