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  2. By the same author
  3. SUZY SUZY
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  89. About William Wall
  90. An Invitation from the Publisher

I missed Holly and Serena. I missed kissing Holly. That was the best. I missed my bedroom. I was scared all night here, like the place had to be haunted. Even if no ghost turned up just yet, there would be one sooner or later. Probably some long-dead bogman trying to sell me a load of ghost turf. Like people must have died here during the famine. I could see these hungry bastards tapping at my window and demanding to be fed, like it was hard enough cooking for my dad. And as far as I knew, they only ate potatoes and I was shit at boiling potatoes, I always boiled them to mush or else they were hard. The bathroom was freezing and you couldn’t lock the door and I was scared my dad was going to wake up and walk in on me. He wouldn’t even know where he was. And I was expecting my period and I forgot to bring pads and I couldn’t ask Peter to drive me into town for them. And I was scared my dad was going to die in his sleep like you do. And other times I felt like going down and putting a pillow over his face and sitting on it until he stopped kicking. The bastard.

He kidnapped me. The bastard. I hate my father. I swear.

49

Dad, I said one breakfast time, maybe the third morning, I lost track of time, What’s Mam saying? Is she coming down?

He didn’t look at me. That was a bad sign. I said, Did you talk to her? Or is it just texts?

Nothing, he said.

What, she like just didn’t reply?

He looked at the stove. The turf was burning bright. It was like he saw it for the first time. He put his head on one side and then the other. It was comical idk maybe.

Dad?

I threw the phone in a bin before I left the office.

What? Why?

They can trace you. I saw it in a court case in the papers. Triangulation.

So Mam doesn’t know where we are? Right, Dad? She doesn’t know and she thinks we just disappeared. Maybe she thinks we went to England? Maybe she thinks we’re dead? Like that suicide a year ago, the guy that drove into the sea with his two children.

He shrugged. Those kids were only toddlers.

Like is that better? It’s OK to drive into the sea with a pair of toddlers?

He looked blank. I could see he wasn’t exactly following my argument. And then I realised that I wasn’t following it either.

I said, Are you thinking of driving into the sea? Because if you are you can forget about me coming along. Like I just won’t be there. That sea is cold. Take a look at it some time.

She’s going to hang me out to dry.