“It was a lot o’ you.” His eyes scrolled the page, re-reading her article for the fourth time today. “The boys wanna celebrate tonight at Jacobi’s Deli. You’s the guest of honor.”
“Me? The guest on honor…or horror? Because Jack, those boys…they move whenever I…nevermind.”

“Well, at least… You are not Jack Kelly who stole my thunder in 1899 with his so-called union.” Katherine says, giving her a sly smile.