Wild Irish Rosie

The city was eerily quiet, with only the sound of Rosie’s weighted footsteps echoing through the empty streets.

That night, the women stayed up for hours.

The next morning Rosie woke up early, thanks to Ireland pouncing on her bed the minute he decided he wanted her awake.

By the time Rosie woke up, it was nearly dusk in New York City.

Rosie had decided to sing “The Boy I Love Is Up in the Gallery,” which Kate told her was a crowd favorite.

Rosie stood waiting outside the distribution center as the bell rang and the first newsboy bought his papers for the day.