It's five-thirty in the afternoon. I park my ten-year-old Hyundai in front of the house/mansion. Wood frame with lots of little roofs, dormers, and windows. Grass as soft as a baby's ass and as green as the money that created it.
I push the doorbell. The Westminster chimes ring out from the bowels of the interior. How original.
The door opens revealing a five-foot-nothing whisp of a girl with deep red hair, pale freckled skin, and green eyes that you'd rob a bank for.
"G'afternoon, you'd be Charles, the missus brother, welcome."
I stand there and hope she'll talk some more. God, I love the Irish.
"I'm Kate. Me brother Sean is the trainer. Let me take that and I'll show you to your lodgins."
Kate bends over in front of me to pick up my large duffel. Her loose tank top sags and reveals
