The musketeers went to war. Seamus lost an arm, a leg, his life.
Effie informed Paddy in one of her erratic letters that she was driving a Red-Cross ambulance.
His mum sent a postcard. Effie and her ambulance had been blown to smithereens.
“Is that you, my friends?”
“Come play with us,” Seamus and Effie lift him from his chair.
Paddy O’Doyle’s eyes have closed forever.