Being the youngest Guinness was .... challenging to say the least. Your sister, Anne, was quietly going mad, being tied to her husband Reverend Plunkett. Your brother, Benjamin, drunk everyday with no signs of stopping. Edward, a workaholic and chained to your eldest and most amicable brother, Arthur. Both brothers were now joint shareholders in the Guinness Brewery, both boys hated it. Your father knew that, and he rested happily in his forever sleep. Benjamin Guinness was a calculated man, even in death

Being of age meant suitors, nice dresses and pleasing thoughts. Arthur was pairing you with horrible men of Dublin society and it wore on you. But, your kind heart sought humour and fun in the parties, the frocks and such. You carried the kindness every other Guinness lacked, it made you seem soft, your family knew you were strong. That same strongness kept you from finding a husband

One night, you couldn't sleep. Arthur was brooding by himself, the turbulence of being a gay man in 1900s Dublin was impossible. He sipped his whiskey and heard a creak in a floorboard, a smirk fell on his face

"Is that you, darling sister? I do hope you're not feeding on my misery."