Jude looked up from the breakfast and the pamphlet he was picking through, the latter more intently than the former, at Kieran’s entrance. He heard Eileen’s grousing before he had entirely digested the words, but once he had, he caught on faster –
“Is it the bill? Has it passed?” Jude exclaimed, wide-eyed, lurching from his chair to meet the pair of them at the bar, much too keen to wait for Kieran to make it even a few steps further into the pub. “The suffrage bill,” he told Leeny, presuming Kieran would correct him if he was wrong, and itching to get his hands on one of the copies of the Prophet. “Voting reform.” Kieran’s tone had sounded cheerful, celebratory – was Eileen going to be able to vote by the next election?
“Is it the bill? Has it passed?” Jude exclaimed, wide-eyed, lurching from his chair to meet the pair of them at the bar, much too keen to wait for Kieran to make it even a few steps further into the pub. “The suffrage bill,” he told Leeny, presuming Kieran would correct him if he was wrong, and itching to get his hands on one of the copies of the Prophet. “Voting reform.” Kieran’s tone had sounded cheerful, celebratory – was Eileen going to be able to vote by the next election?
