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  1. Cover
  2. By the same author
  3. SUZY SUZY
  4. Copyright
  5. Contents
  6. Glossary of Dialect Terms
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  89. About William Wall
  90. An Invitation from the Publisher

But my dad got no sleeping pills all the time she was here. She got him up every day and they went on walks. Sometimes I had to go with them but sometimes not. The first day he could only walk a few hundred metres. I googled sleeping pills but they never said anything about weakness. I started to see things about motor neurone disease and multiple sclerosis. Like maybe he had what Stephen Hawking had? But Stephen Hawking is a genius. If you google anything medical you get a million hits for whatever is the worst nightmare of your life. But the second day he could walk further, and on the third day we all walked out to the point together. I decided he didn’t have motor neurone disease. And Peter came up to see how we were getting on and my mam sent him into the village with a list and he came back with fruit and chocolate biscuits and frozen pizzas and stuff. I realised I should have bought frozen pizzas when I was shopping. It would have been a lot easier and I wouldn’t have eaten three quarters of a sheep while my dad was asleep.

There was no fighting. Dinner was more like at Serena’s. The only bit of hassle took place when Mam told him that Dan Kelleher got the nomination while he was away. My dad said, Are you trying to twist the knife in the wound?

I’m just saying.

Well you didn’t have to fucking say it.

Well, if you were at home you might have stopped him.

My dad shrugged. That fucker is like a rat. He can weasel his way into anything. There’s no stopping a cunt like that.

My mother said, Mind your language in front of Suzy.

Dad looked at me. Suzy has her own language.

Then on the third afternoon, the day we all walked up to the point, my mam said, Ok, Matt, you’re back on your feet now, time for me to go home. And my dad said, Thanks. And my mam said, You had your little drama, come back when you find the guts to face it, but I’m taking Suzy with me.

I couldn’t believe it. She was leaving. I thought they were sorted. And I knew if I left Dad here he would stop eating again. He would die. Or he would jump into the sea.

Get your things and get into the car, Suzy.

I shook my head. No, Mam.

Get into the car now.

No, Mam. I can’t.