"Ah well, Papa and I would sneak newspapers, sometimes hold meetings in our cellar. As for the interesting parts..." her smile turned impish and she wagged a finger at him.

"Ah Keith, what did I say before? A lady does not kiss and tell! You know perfectly well I met you boys through Fin. Fin and the little fellow." She let out a sigh, a melancholy sound that seemed to take all the breath in her wasted body. Tears welled in her sightless eyes. "Dear Fin...he may have died as a dog, but he also died a hero."