They sat in the comer of Mulligan’s refurbished bar, opposite a huge new floor-to-ceiling mirror.
Suddenly Pat spotted their reflection across the room. “Mick! Mick!” he whispered. “Don’t look now, but there’s two fellas over there that’s the image of us!”
“In the name of God,” said Mick, spotting the reflection, “and they’re wearing identical clothes, too.”
“That does it,” said Pat. “I’m gonna buy ’em a drink.”
Just as Pat rose from his seat, Mick stopped him.
“Sit down, Pat! One of ’em’s coming over here!”