Chapters (66)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- PROLOGUE
- PART ONE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- PART TWO
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- PART THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- About the Author
‘OK,’ Keelin sighed, wishing this auntie who worked as a nun in Africa would hurry up and get her visit over with so that life could get back to normal. Since her mother had heard that her sister ‘the nun’ was coming home for her first visit in more than ten years, she’d nearly driven Keelin mad with all the extra housework that had to be done. The net curtains had been taken down and washed. Keelin had to clean all the windows until they gleamed. The tiles in the kitchen had had to be regrouted, and Imelda had ordered new lino for the floor. Larry was instructed to plant more summer bedding than usual, although Keelin had to admit the pots of cascading petunias, hollyhocks, busy lizzies and campanula that her father had planted made the garden look ever so pretty.
Keelin straightened up the flower-sprigged bedspread with the lemon frill. She had a pillowcase to match. Her friend Lisa thought Keelin had a very posh bedroom and envied her having a room to herself. Lisa had to share with her two sisters. Their room always looked like a pigsty.
She was lucky, Keelin admitted. She was one of only three girls in her class to have a bedroom to herself. But she was also one of the only girls who had to work on Saturdays, whether she wanted to or not. Keelin had to stock shelves in her parents’ supermarket on Saturday mornings, and her brothers had to help their grandfather and uncle up on the bog in Ardcloch to earn their pocket money. Some of her friends were having the whole summer off, scot-free. She was babysitting for one of her mother’s friends three mornings a week.
Lucky for Keelin that she liked the little boy she was minding. He was a real cutie. She smiled thinking of him. She was teaching him his ABCs on his toy blackboard, but one day she wanted to be standing in front of a real blackboard, teaching. It was what she planned when she left school. Study at Carysfort Teacher Training College in Dublin and become a primary school teacher. Her parents had told her if she studied hard and did well in her exams she could apply for a place in college. Imelda in particular was very keen that it should happen for her.