From Mac’s window Inteachán could see Front Square flooding twice a day as the tides of the Liffey turned in and out again.
This Biblical turn of cataclysmic events was particularly hard on Mac as he had always veered away from the sensationalism of the religious education from his childhood.
‘Don’t tell me that I am now going to have start believing all those stories about end times that I have spent a lifetime rejecting?’
He looked over at Inteachán.
‘I am at a loss, my child.’