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

Like the gates were part of our history all right. They were closed on the famine. They got the starving humble peasants to build a nice limestone wall around them and they Paid Them In Soup. That was the Furneys of course, and the Corrys bought the estate from them, but still the Corrys were huntingshootingfishing and they didn’t exactly tear the wall down after the revolution. Even Miss Corry wore a tweed suit. Idk. They were just different. They might as well have been Protestant. Leary our History teacher says Catholic landlords were as bad or worse than Protestant landlords. A landlord is a landlord, Leary says. Holly’s dad says my dad is suffering from false consciousness. I said I thought he was suffering from depression or psychosis or something. She says he’s a bourgeois. Can’t deny that. At least he’s a wannabe bourgeois. If he could be a Corry he would be. Matt Corry-Regan would suit him fine. Or Regan-Corry. But my dad doesn’t have the class to be a proper bourgeois. He just makes money and joins clubs. Clubs never turn money away. And if they did my dad would build a terrace of houses on the fifth green or whatever. He’d get planning for it too. My dad always gets what he wants.

And I found out that Serena had a date. Like, Hi suzy i got a date with my master satrdy at 3.

Fuck my life, Jesus, I swear I don’t know how I live through it.

And when we turned in the gate the trees were in flower. Like the only trees in my garden are mountain ash, because they remind my mam of her place, where her people came from, which is mountainy. But I had my window open and the car filled with the smell of sex idk whatever the mountain ash flowers smell like it just reminds me of sex, I’m not going to explain, just think about it. It was sad.

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Naturally there was no Plan B. There never is. B stands for bullshit. All we did was arrive during the day when the house was empty and put our things in the washing machine.

That was my idea. I couldn’t wait to get a wash going. By that time I was wearing Vintage Pre-Worn Panties.

When my mam came home we were already there. She took one look at us and put a frozen pizza in the oven.

I assume you looked after yourselves, she said.

Dad said we had chicken and chips on the way home.