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Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. PART ONE
  6. CHAPTER ONE
  7. CHAPTER TWO
  8. CHAPTER THREE
  9. CHAPTER FOUR
  10. CHAPTER FIVE
  11. CHAPTER SIX
  12. CHAPTER SEVEN
  13. CHAPTER EIGHT
  14. CHAPTER NINE
  15. CHAPTER TEN
  16. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  17. CHAPTER TWELVE
  18. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  19. PART TWO
  20. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  21. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  22. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  23. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  24. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  25. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  39. PART THREE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  46. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  47. CHAPTER FORTY
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  54. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  55. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  56. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  63. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  64. EPILOGUE
  65. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  66. About the Author

‘You’re one to talk, missy. Aren’t you so lucky you live in an era when you can try out various men until you find the one that suits you? You don’t have to worry about chastity like my generation did – not that your dear Mère was too bothered about it either,’ Imelda snapped. ‘At least I was chaste and pure until I got married. I didn’t give myself airs and graces, and pretend to be something I wasn’t. The hypocrisy in this room tonight is sickening – and my own brother there has the cheek to make smart comments about me in front of a crowd of strangers. I’m sorry if I’ve put a blight on the evening but I just couldn’t take it anymore. I’m not condoning any of your lies—’

‘Imelda, stop making a show of yourself. Get your coat!’ John ordered, so sternly that Imelda stopped mid-sentence. ‘Get your coat,’ he barked. ‘You’re leaving. Brigid, I’m very sorry about this,’ he said, taking his eldest sister’s hand. ‘Forget all she’s said. She’s only jealous of you. Always has been—’

‘Jealous, you say!’ Imelda’s voice shook with anger. She didn’t care anymore. All the resentment she’d swallowed down for years erupted out of her and she wasn’t going to stop now. The wine had loosened her tongue. There was no going back.

‘My sister took everyone I ever loved away from me. My first love was Johnny Larkin. Did you know that, Brigid?’ She turned back to her sister. ‘He stopped walking out with me when I wouldn’t part my legs. Not like you. And then you had the nerve, the absolute hypocritical nerve to enter the convent and leave me to be a slave to that damned farm. Notions that were paid for by Daddy. There was nothing left for me after he paid your dowry to that French lot, so you wouldn’t have to be cleaning their kitchens and toilets. Not for you to be on your hands and knees scrubbing floors and cooking and washing, like I had to for Mammy and Granny—’

‘Imelda, please, control yourself. This is so unseemly,’ Brigid commanded, amazed that her voice was so firm and authoritative, because her knees had started to knock, and she was shaking inside.