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Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. 1. Can Anybody Hear Me?
  6. 2. The Under-elevens
  7. 3. Jenny
  8. 4. The Chase
  9. 5. She Came to Me
  10. 6. My Family
  11. 7. Orange Juice
  12. 8. She Fell for Me Through Dance
  13. 9. Contentment
  14. 10. The Senior League
  15. 11. God
  16. 12. Some Place Special
  17. 13. Celebration
  18. 14. The Picnic
  19. 15. Group Show
  20. 16. Slap
  21. 17. Jerome
  22. 18. The Run
  23. 19. Party
  24. 20. How About Paris?
  25. 21. He Is Still Part of Her
  26. 22. Chicken Fillet Roll
  27. 23. Daffodils
  28. 24. Paris Enfin
  29. 25. Christmas Eve
  30. 26. Living Together
  31. 27. Work Trip Blues
  32. 28. Work Trip
  33. 29. Good Times
  34. 30. Running the Gauntlet
  35. 31. Festering
  36. 32. Her Father
  37. 33. My Lovely Rebel
  38. 34. Jenny’s Walk
  39. 35. Migraine
  40. 36. Hanging Out in the City
  41. 37. The Grange
  42. 38. Destruction
  43. 39. Everything Moved So Fast
  44. 40. All Her Fault
  45. 41. The Football Trials
  46. 42. Proposal
  47. 43. It Couldn’t Get Any Better
  48. 44. The Portuguese Man of War
  49. 45. Jerome Is in My House
  50. 46. The Innocence of Childhood
  51. 47. My Fear
  52. 48. You Can’t Make Tea
  53. 49. The Last Dinner
  54. 50. What Am I Doing?
  55. Epilogue
  56. Acknowledgements
  57. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING

Tomek works behind the counter. From Poland, he’s a large and pleasant type and I’m forever trying to gauge what age he is. I’ve asked him before, but he won’t tell me, and I feel as though he is deliberately misunderstanding my question. I’m not sure exactly what this information will do for me. Perhaps it may serve to ground him. Right now he is the tall Polish man, working in the local shop. I’m curious to know his reasons for choosing to come to Ireland. Was it a search for a life of security and optimism? I wonder about his family, his house, a dog, a favourite scarf, a favourite brother, a favourite food. I have heard that they eat pretty gruesome stuff in Poland, you’d have to be made of steel to even contemplate one of their so-called delicacies.

I nod to Tomek and head to the fridge to choose rashers. I opt for streaky maple cured, even though I know that I will either overcook them and the rinds will be a blackened mess, or I will undercook them, and they will be too chewy and I will feel the bacon bristles on my lips as I try to make light of the situation.

Tomek often speaks to me of Killiney beach, he likes to walk there. We exchange stories about the people who frequent it and Tomek says that it reminds him of Poland. I buy rashers and croissants and we bid each other goodbye until the next weekend. I feel slightly guilty as I make my way back to the house after telling Tomek that I have always wanted to go to Poland. I have no major desire to go to Poland, I don’t know why I said it.

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12. Some Place Special

October 1995

My special place. A place that would become in time a haven for us – the way Dun Laoghaire prom is for old people, as they walk to and fro, connecting with the same ground, over and over. I wanted a magical location for us – a place that would evoke in us a special feeling, always. I chose Killiney beach. I suppose it was sentimental.

Even though I knew it had ended badly with Jerome, somehow I needed the specifics. Jenny was reluctant to talk about it and she implied that I was abnormal because I wanted this information.

I said it is a fact that stagnant water carries mosquitoes on its surface.